Monday, April 30, 2012
Friday, April 27, 2012
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
So apparently blogger just puts these in randomly now - they were in order when I uploaded them. Oh well - you get the general idea. Most of these are from Jamey's phone as we did NOT know we were having a baby that day and our camera was not ready. Jamey did a great job of getting lots of pictures. Here are just a few.
Photo time!
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| Great Grandma and Molly James |
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| At the Pensacola Wahoos game - MJ was there too, but was uninterested in being photographed. |
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| MJ and I in our chair. We spend a LOT of time here. It works for us. |
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| Ansley and Stephen on Easter Sunday. |
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| I like this picture of us! I was also about to burst with love for my babies and their daddy at this point in the hospital stay. |
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| Ansley on Easter Sunday at church |
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| Ansley and her daddy |
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| My two oldest babies |
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| Visiting with new baby sister. |
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| Great Grandma holds me when I am about 30 minutes old. |
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| MJ and Nanny |
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| MJ and her DJo! |
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| Another of my MOST favorite pictures. |
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| Everyone greeting our newest arrival :) |
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| I am looking a little rough here. yikes. |
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| It was very important to me that Ansley and Stephen were the first to see and hold her. They both loved her from the start. |
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| It is hard work being born! |
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| Molly James is officially on her way! |
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Our littlest girl
Our littlest girl is now two weeks, two days old. We are celebrating by attempting a dinner at the Mariner tonight - hopefully to sit outside and watch the boats come up and down Dog River. It has threatened rain all day, but none yet, so we will see. There are only certain times in Mobile that you can eat outside and not have a heat stroke or be bled dry by mosquitoes, so I hope we can enjoy our outside eating tonight. Ms. Molly James is thrilled to go and is napping in preparation of the dinner.
Speaking of MJ, she did fabulously at her weigh in yesterday. Here are some stats.
Birth Weight - 7 pounds, 6 ounces
Leaving Hospital Weight - 6 pounds, 14 ounces
One week - 7 pounds, 1 ounce
Two week checkup yesterday - 7 pounds, 8 ounces
Way to grow, baby girl! (also, way to go me as I have nursed this baby round the clock for two weeks and think I should get to brag on myself too, as all mamas should - bottle or breastfeeding)
A few months before MJ was born, the kids began talking about what they would do for her when she got here. Ansley talked about holding her and getting her paci (side note - she still LOATHES any and all pacifiers), and rocking her. Stephen said many times that he would give her a bottle. Fast forward to us being home from the hospital a few days, Stephen walks up to me while I am sitting and nursing MJ. "When can I give her a bottle?" he asked.
"Well, she is too little for a bottle right now." I told him. "When she gets a little bigger, then you will be able to give her a bottle."
"Oh." Stephen replied. "Sooooooo, are we just not gonna feed her or what????"
So, it was then time for a very age appropriate and brief explanation of the concept of breastfeeding a baby. He was satisfied it seemed, that we were not, in fact, going to starve his baby sister and happily told me to let him know when it was time to give her a bottle. I promised he would be one of the first to know.
Sweet boy.
Speaking of MJ, she did fabulously at her weigh in yesterday. Here are some stats.
Birth Weight - 7 pounds, 6 ounces
Leaving Hospital Weight - 6 pounds, 14 ounces
One week - 7 pounds, 1 ounce
Two week checkup yesterday - 7 pounds, 8 ounces
Way to grow, baby girl! (also, way to go me as I have nursed this baby round the clock for two weeks and think I should get to brag on myself too, as all mamas should - bottle or breastfeeding)
A few months before MJ was born, the kids began talking about what they would do for her when she got here. Ansley talked about holding her and getting her paci (side note - she still LOATHES any and all pacifiers), and rocking her. Stephen said many times that he would give her a bottle. Fast forward to us being home from the hospital a few days, Stephen walks up to me while I am sitting and nursing MJ. "When can I give her a bottle?" he asked.
"Well, she is too little for a bottle right now." I told him. "When she gets a little bigger, then you will be able to give her a bottle."
"Oh." Stephen replied. "Sooooooo, are we just not gonna feed her or what????"
So, it was then time for a very age appropriate and brief explanation of the concept of breastfeeding a baby. He was satisfied it seemed, that we were not, in fact, going to starve his baby sister and happily told me to let him know when it was time to give her a bottle. I promised he would be one of the first to know.
Sweet boy.
Sunday, April 15, 2012
10 days in...
10 days in with the newest little member of our family.
She came on a Thursday in April. She came when the doctor finally said, "Enough." but she still didn't come when they thought she would. She was already on her own little schedule. No surprise really, this pregnancy was nothing like my first two. My blood pressure would not stay down which had already bought me two trips to Labor and Delivery. This third trip, this one that started on a Wednesday, would be my last. Three weeks before her due date, on a late Thursday afternoon, she came. And she came fast. She was seven pounds, six ounces of strength and wide open steel blue eyes. The same color as Ansley's - the same color that most of the nurses said would change. Ansley's didn't - she is still my blue eyed girl (blue eyes gifted from her daddy.) We will see if hers turn - I am guessing they will not.
I can see both of my kids in her. And her own little personality as well. She left the hospital at 6 pounds, 14 ounces. My littlest of my three babies. Little, but nothing weak about her. Lifting her head in the hospital, and latching on like a champ to eat from the first hour of life.
She has many names already - usually Molly James. Sometimes Molly. Both Ansley and Stephen call her Molly James. Jamey and I do too. Other names we have heard so far: MoJo (from her Uncle David), Jim (from a friend at church), and MJ. I don't mind any of them. She is our Molly James.
Here are her favorite things so far:
nursing
her older sister and brother
nursing when she wants to and immediately
being carried around or held, even when sleeping
nursing (you get the picture on that)
Things she does not care for:
Any kind of paci. period.
laying on her back
waiting to nurse
mittens on her hands
In the backyard a few days ago, the kids and I made up a song. I am hoping we catch them singing it on video pretty soon. Each of the kids has little songs I made up for them. Ansley's is a song about a Little Bean,Stephen 's song is about a Little Man. Molly James' is a little longer - but extra special as both her sister and brother helped to write it.
She's Molly James.
That's her name.
She's Molly James.
She's right as rain.
She's Molly James.
Be still my heart when one or both of them are singing to her.
She is perfect. Soft and small and delicious. Constantly talking to us, cooing at us, humming, singing - while she eats, in her sleep - it makes no difference - she is vocal. We all listen as she does. We listen and look at each other and smile. We guess what she is saying,what she is dreaming. We tell the kids, "look, see her smile in her sleep? The angels are playing with her. Blowing her kisses, making her laugh, telling her she is loved. The angels sent her to us from God. Now it is our turn to make her laugh. To keep her safe. To blow kisses and whisper how much we love her."
A little one only 10 days old. She's our Molly James. She's right as rain.
She came on a Thursday in April. She came when the doctor finally said, "Enough." but she still didn't come when they thought she would. She was already on her own little schedule. No surprise really, this pregnancy was nothing like my first two. My blood pressure would not stay down which had already bought me two trips to Labor and Delivery. This third trip, this one that started on a Wednesday, would be my last. Three weeks before her due date, on a late Thursday afternoon, she came. And she came fast. She was seven pounds, six ounces of strength and wide open steel blue eyes. The same color as Ansley's - the same color that most of the nurses said would change. Ansley's didn't - she is still my blue eyed girl (blue eyes gifted from her daddy.) We will see if hers turn - I am guessing they will not.
I can see both of my kids in her. And her own little personality as well. She left the hospital at 6 pounds, 14 ounces. My littlest of my three babies. Little, but nothing weak about her. Lifting her head in the hospital, and latching on like a champ to eat from the first hour of life.
She has many names already - usually Molly James. Sometimes Molly. Both Ansley and Stephen call her Molly James. Jamey and I do too. Other names we have heard so far: MoJo (from her Uncle David), Jim (from a friend at church), and MJ. I don't mind any of them. She is our Molly James.
Here are her favorite things so far:
nursing
her older sister and brother
nursing when she wants to and immediately
being carried around or held, even when sleeping
nursing (you get the picture on that)
Things she does not care for:
Any kind of paci. period.
laying on her back
waiting to nurse
mittens on her hands
In the backyard a few days ago, the kids and I made up a song. I am hoping we catch them singing it on video pretty soon. Each of the kids has little songs I made up for them. Ansley's is a song about a Little Bean,Stephen 's song is about a Little Man. Molly James' is a little longer - but extra special as both her sister and brother helped to write it.
She's Molly James.
That's her name.
She's Molly James.
She's right as rain.
She's Molly James.
Be still my heart when one or both of them are singing to her.
She is perfect. Soft and small and delicious. Constantly talking to us, cooing at us, humming, singing - while she eats, in her sleep - it makes no difference - she is vocal. We all listen as she does. We listen and look at each other and smile. We guess what she is saying,what she is dreaming. We tell the kids, "look, see her smile in her sleep? The angels are playing with her. Blowing her kisses, making her laugh, telling her she is loved. The angels sent her to us from God. Now it is our turn to make her laugh. To keep her safe. To blow kisses and whisper how much we love her."
A little one only 10 days old. She's our Molly James. She's right as rain.
Monday, April 2, 2012
My Monday
I am resting these days. I think, anyway. I am apparently not so good at resting. If you have to work at resting, does that defeat the purpose?
But anyway...my only outing of the day was to take Ansley to ballet after school. While she was dancing I ran to WinnDixie. I should not have. The following list highlights the three reasons I should have just stayed home:
1. While I was driving to the store, the nurse called me and the tests the hospital lab was supposed to run this weekend were missing. Was I sure I did a 24 hour urine collection?? um, let me think. Yes. I am pretty sure I did and I am pretty sure my mom took the jug to the lab Saturday night for me. I don't think even I could remember that whole 24 hours incorrectly.
2. There was a lady in the store with her two boys. She kept asking them what they wanted. On each aisle. "Do you like Fruit Loops? Or would you rather have Corn Pops?" The two boys answer differently, fight ensues between the two boys, mom says, "alright we will just buy both." Repeast on every single aisle of the store.
Lucky me, she was in front of me checking out. Her phone number would not work to get the discount. Our cashier was a rule follower and would not let her use my card to get her discount and would she please fill out another information sheet to get a new card? To quote my husband, "Sheesh."
3. Ansley and I stopped to get takeout from the Shrimp Basket for dinner. While waiting, we watched a mom and dad and their probably 20 year old son, eat their dinner, then proceed to complain loudly that it was nasty, demand a discount, and then stiff the poor waitress. BURNED. ME. UP. The manager was way nicer than I would have been. And I probably would have voiced my opinion had my 8 year old not been sitting on the stool next to me happily humming a song. I did not think of it then, and I didn't have any cash anyway, but I really, REALLY wish I had given that waitress $5. The horrid family leaves, the poor waitress is busing her table, and the son comes back in to demand a drink to go. The manager at this point does in fact tell him that they don't have any to go cups. As I am sitting there holding a giant to go cup full of ice water with extra lemon (I can't get enough), I held my breath a second waiting for the drama. There was none. Thank goodness. Still makes me mad.
Tomorrow my only outing is to 1) the quiet room at the BattleHouse. I am predicting a much better morning where I am home by lunch. and 2) to Jamey's grandmother's house for dinner tomorrow night where I am more that welcome (encouraged even) to lay on the couch and not move.
Side note: Ansley seems to have bites from some sort of mystery bugs from the weekend. Tonight in the bathtub, I asked Stephen, "Why does sissy have bites and you don't?"
His reply: "Well, I guess I taste like nothing and she tastes like bug food."
Well, there you go.
Happy Monday, people!
(Baby Watch 2012 is officially on - still ready when you are, baby girl.)
But anyway...my only outing of the day was to take Ansley to ballet after school. While she was dancing I ran to WinnDixie. I should not have. The following list highlights the three reasons I should have just stayed home:
1. While I was driving to the store, the nurse called me and the tests the hospital lab was supposed to run this weekend were missing. Was I sure I did a 24 hour urine collection?? um, let me think. Yes. I am pretty sure I did and I am pretty sure my mom took the jug to the lab Saturday night for me. I don't think even I could remember that whole 24 hours incorrectly.
2. There was a lady in the store with her two boys. She kept asking them what they wanted. On each aisle. "Do you like Fruit Loops? Or would you rather have Corn Pops?" The two boys answer differently, fight ensues between the two boys, mom says, "alright we will just buy both." Repeast on every single aisle of the store.
Lucky me, she was in front of me checking out. Her phone number would not work to get the discount. Our cashier was a rule follower and would not let her use my card to get her discount and would she please fill out another information sheet to get a new card? To quote my husband, "Sheesh."
3. Ansley and I stopped to get takeout from the Shrimp Basket for dinner. While waiting, we watched a mom and dad and their probably 20 year old son, eat their dinner, then proceed to complain loudly that it was nasty, demand a discount, and then stiff the poor waitress. BURNED. ME. UP. The manager was way nicer than I would have been. And I probably would have voiced my opinion had my 8 year old not been sitting on the stool next to me happily humming a song. I did not think of it then, and I didn't have any cash anyway, but I really, REALLY wish I had given that waitress $5. The horrid family leaves, the poor waitress is busing her table, and the son comes back in to demand a drink to go. The manager at this point does in fact tell him that they don't have any to go cups. As I am sitting there holding a giant to go cup full of ice water with extra lemon (I can't get enough), I held my breath a second waiting for the drama. There was none. Thank goodness. Still makes me mad.
Tomorrow my only outing is to 1) the quiet room at the BattleHouse. I am predicting a much better morning where I am home by lunch. and 2) to Jamey's grandmother's house for dinner tomorrow night where I am more that welcome (encouraged even) to lay on the couch and not move.
Side note: Ansley seems to have bites from some sort of mystery bugs from the weekend. Tonight in the bathtub, I asked Stephen, "Why does sissy have bites and you don't?"
His reply: "Well, I guess I taste like nothing and she tastes like bug food."
Well, there you go.
Happy Monday, people!
(Baby Watch 2012 is officially on - still ready when you are, baby girl.)
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