Monday, March 16, 2009
Spring is really going to happen!
Here it is, proof that spring is going to come this year. Even though we had snow....again.....yesterday. Hold in there people. Bees will buzz, hummingbirds will zoom around, and there will be a bird war for tree territory soon enough.
Brother
So I will talk about my boy.
He was born with an induction to labor. The doctor was going on vacation, so she induced 2 weeks early. The induction was not making him descend through the birth canal. Then, after they broke my water, his heartbeat went way up, then down to almost nothing. They pushed the red button on the wall. In a flash a whole bunch of nurses were in the room, removing I.V.'s, injecting me with meds to stop contractions, and putting me on my hands and knees to stop the pressure. They through a sheet over top of me (hands and knees) and wheeled me into the operating room. Then Luke was born 5 minutes later. Ryan almost didn't get to see it!
Luke likes to pretend to be animals. He wants to hunt like his Dad.
He does not like to be dirty. In fact we potty trained him easily once switching to cloth underwear. It was dirty, so he didn't like being wet and pooey. Order is mandatory . At an early age he organized toys into different toy boxes. He like boxes, jars, drawers, backpacks, anything you can put a thing or someone in. He likes nature. Unless nature is too cold or wet. He goes on hikes with Ryan often. He loves trucks. He is disappointed many a time when he hears we have the car and not the truck to run errends in. He also like to "Go fast". I drive slowly. He knows this. He tells me so and reports it to Ryan, often. "When I am a big Daddy, I will have a red truck and go the fastest Mommy!"
He is a good helper. He takes out the trash, recycles, and helps with the laundry. He feeds the dog, sets the table, unloads the dishwasher, loads the dishwasher, etc... Luke holds his sisters hand while she is toddling around the house. He loves to help Ryan wash the truck.
He likes to make up nicknames. Daphne is "Daphinator", "Daph-A-ne"and "Sister". Ryan is "Big Daddy" and "Daddio". I have no nickname. But don't call him a nickname! "I am not a funny goose! I am a boy!" He will say.
Last week he said with finality "Mommy, I do not need to brush my teeth anymore." I inquired why. "Because I am a superhero." he said. This is fascinating to me because he does not know what a superhero is. We do not watch superhero's and none of his friends talk about or play them. He has superman cape, but wears it like a coat.
My one of my doctors has cancer and is enduring chemo, radiation and surgery. I did not explain this to him. He, however, began asking to go see her. He was very concerned for her. We saw her last week. Her hair is gone. So I told him her hair fell out so he wouldn't be shocked. His response after much delay...."Mommy, I will help her find her hair."
He is a sweet, perceptive, imaginative little one. What a treasure he is.
He was born with an induction to labor. The doctor was going on vacation, so she induced 2 weeks early. The induction was not making him descend through the birth canal. Then, after they broke my water, his heartbeat went way up, then down to almost nothing. They pushed the red button on the wall. In a flash a whole bunch of nurses were in the room, removing I.V.'s, injecting me with meds to stop contractions, and putting me on my hands and knees to stop the pressure. They through a sheet over top of me (hands and knees) and wheeled me into the operating room. Then Luke was born 5 minutes later. Ryan almost didn't get to see it!
Luke likes to pretend to be animals. He wants to hunt like his Dad.
He does not like to be dirty. In fact we potty trained him easily once switching to cloth underwear. It was dirty, so he didn't like being wet and pooey. Order is mandatory . At an early age he organized toys into different toy boxes. He like boxes, jars, drawers, backpacks, anything you can put a thing or someone in. He likes nature. Unless nature is too cold or wet. He goes on hikes with Ryan often. He loves trucks. He is disappointed many a time when he hears we have the car and not the truck to run errends in. He also like to "Go fast". I drive slowly. He knows this. He tells me so and reports it to Ryan, often. "When I am a big Daddy, I will have a red truck and go the fastest Mommy!"
He is a good helper. He takes out the trash, recycles, and helps with the laundry. He feeds the dog, sets the table, unloads the dishwasher, loads the dishwasher, etc... Luke holds his sisters hand while she is toddling around the house. He loves to help Ryan wash the truck.
He likes to make up nicknames. Daphne is "Daphinator", "Daph-A-ne"and "Sister". Ryan is "Big Daddy" and "Daddio". I have no nickname. But don't call him a nickname! "I am not a funny goose! I am a boy!" He will say.
Last week he said with finality "Mommy, I do not need to brush my teeth anymore." I inquired why. "Because I am a superhero." he said. This is fascinating to me because he does not know what a superhero is. We do not watch superhero's and none of his friends talk about or play them. He has superman cape, but wears it like a coat.
My one of my doctors has cancer and is enduring chemo, radiation and surgery. I did not explain this to him. He, however, began asking to go see her. He was very concerned for her. We saw her last week. Her hair is gone. So I told him her hair fell out so he wouldn't be shocked. His response after much delay...."Mommy, I will help her find her hair."
He is a sweet, perceptive, imaginative little one. What a treasure he is.
Happy Birthday Sister
Well wee little Daphne turned 1 year on 3/3. I was thinking about her story. So I will share some things.
I was blessed by a non-c-section birth. Luke was delivered by emerg. c-section. I did not expect to have children any other way after that. But after the doctor approved it, and much prayer. Every thing worked out. I labored for 2 nights before she was born. I would be in labor all night, then get up and the contractions would leave. Ryan was a on pins and needles! The second day went normal. Except I was really tired. We had my parents over for dinner. When I was cooking, the contractions started up again. I said nothing and just kept cooking. When dinner was done, I had to sit down. Then the contractions became intense. They were not going away! We went to hospital.
The lights were out in the room. Ryan slept through most of it. I had myself and the Lord (and the TV with people singing). The nurse kept coming in and saying "These are hard contractions honey. Can I get you an epidural?"I said no. It really wasn't bad. I know I would have been OK without one, now. I ended up getting one because if a c-section had to be done again, I could stay awake while she was born. If not, the nurse said I would have to be sedated for her birth. So when I was almost ready to push, I had one placed.
It was a quiet birth. It was a fast birth. It was a sweet birth!
Now she is a year old. She started walking at 10 months, but only for her Daddy! She talks already. If you don't know the words she is saying, you better believe you'll understand her tonalities! She is generally very content. She helps with the home chores. She unloads the dishwasher, helps fold laundry, organizes toys, and plays with brother. She loves to get dirty. She will help in the garden by digging her hands in, pulling out things and eating barkdust. She loves music.
No babyfood for this one. She went straight to adult food. She does not like sweets, but salt. (unless it is a spinach and blueberry smoothie)
She is careful. She watches things to make sure they are safe before she ventures in with new people. That is, unless you are one of the lucky ones. If you are, you picked her up and she was happy to receive you.
What a gift she is!
I was blessed by a non-c-section birth. Luke was delivered by emerg. c-section. I did not expect to have children any other way after that. But after the doctor approved it, and much prayer. Every thing worked out. I labored for 2 nights before she was born. I would be in labor all night, then get up and the contractions would leave. Ryan was a on pins and needles! The second day went normal. Except I was really tired. We had my parents over for dinner. When I was cooking, the contractions started up again. I said nothing and just kept cooking. When dinner was done, I had to sit down. Then the contractions became intense. They were not going away! We went to hospital.
The lights were out in the room. Ryan slept through most of it. I had myself and the Lord (and the TV with people singing). The nurse kept coming in and saying "These are hard contractions honey. Can I get you an epidural?"I said no. It really wasn't bad. I know I would have been OK without one, now. I ended up getting one because if a c-section had to be done again, I could stay awake while she was born. If not, the nurse said I would have to be sedated for her birth. So when I was almost ready to push, I had one placed.
It was a quiet birth. It was a fast birth. It was a sweet birth!
Now she is a year old. She started walking at 10 months, but only for her Daddy! She talks already. If you don't know the words she is saying, you better believe you'll understand her tonalities! She is generally very content. She helps with the home chores. She unloads the dishwasher, helps fold laundry, organizes toys, and plays with brother. She loves to get dirty. She will help in the garden by digging her hands in, pulling out things and eating barkdust. She loves music.
No babyfood for this one. She went straight to adult food. She does not like sweets, but salt. (unless it is a spinach and blueberry smoothie)
She is careful. She watches things to make sure they are safe before she ventures in with new people. That is, unless you are one of the lucky ones. If you are, you picked her up and she was happy to receive you.
What a gift she is!
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