We’re Having a Baby…Soon!

The past nine months seem to have flown by in a blur of school drop-offs, field trips, swim lessons, field trips, birthday parties, holidays and grocery shopping.

I remember the days when I could blog often. I miss those days. Or do I? Though the days are busy, they are satisfying and they are our new normal.

But here we are. Home stretch. Just a few more weeks to go.

WE ARE HAVING ANOTHER BABY.

I mean, we know it’s going to happen, sooner than later. We knew this was the end result. But it floors me every time.

Now that we’re used to kids with no diapers, that go to school all day and sleep all night (well, for the most part).

Kids that can do things for themselves, like brush their teeth, get dressed and tie their shoes (not that they do ANY of that without being hollered at for at least 20 minutes every morning).

Now we will be re-entering the world of diapers and non-stop nursing and nap schedules and no sleep.

Too late to think we’re crazy now.

Not much has been different about this pregnancy than Isora’s really. Baby Boy seems to have the same amount of excessive movement, which is a little frightening since Isora hasn’t stop moving since she was in utero. Should be interesting to have another busy body in the family. And by interesting I mean “Oh my God! Can’t one of you just sit still?!”

He has also graced me with the same amount of nausea and all-day sickness, perhaps even longer than his sisters did. Thankfully that stopped just in time for 24-7 heartburn to begin. I am popping Papaya Enzyme tablets like it’s my job.

Thankfully I started back at our beloved chiropractor JUST before the sciatic nerve pain really kicked in. Bi-weekly adjustments seem to be keeping the pain away for the most part.

And now it’s just a matter of not feeling comfortable, well, anywhere. Walking feels good as long as I have been recently adjusted, but I can’t do for long stretches without feeling like I can’t breathe.

Sitting is a challenge, particularly in the car and at the dinner table. I can’t sit close enough to make either activity comfortable.

Laying and sleeping has become an all-together nightmare. I have to “lay down” propped up by ALL the pillows to be vertical enough that the heartburn stays at bay long enough for a stretch of sleep. If I should dare to roll clumsily over onto one hip or another, shooting hip pains AND heartburn wake me up, if my miniscule bladder hasn’t already woken me first. I am *this* close to taking to sleeping in the new glider chair in the nursery just to get a decent chunk of sleep.

But Miracle of Life, right?! LOL

But in all seriousness, I am so thankful for how completely normal and unremarkable this pregnancy has been. After the loss of Miles and Boo and the horrible pregnancies with both of them, I didn’t know what this journey would be like.

I have often been worried that this pregnancy would have been shadowed by sadness or guilt or pain. And it certainly has had its moments. But for the most part, it has been healing, life affirming, just exactly what I needed to accept the losses and to move forward into this new phase of parenthood.

This pregnancy has also made me more bold. Made me want to do all the things I’ve never done while pregnant before. Like maternity photos.

I’ve never felt glowing or beautiful when pregnant. I’ve always felt massive and zit-covered and awkward.

But this time, despite being infinitely larger than any other previously pregnancy, I feel good about my body. My face isn’t covered in pimples (thanks Kelsey and Rodan + Fields). And even though I’m waddling, I don’t feel that clumsy (no falls down the stairs or out of the shower this time thankfully).

So I decided to go for it, and book a maternity session with my friend and über-talented photographer Jessica. I told her I wanted to feel like some kind of glowy, ethereal, fertility goddess. And she more than delivered.

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I mean WHOA. I am in love with this image. Can’t wait to see the others fully edited. She is just so creative and made me look like I was glowing from within.

Suddenly we’re close enough to meeting our son that the panic has begun to set in about just when and how labor will go down. There is the fear of the unknown that has crept in, and while I’m trying to shake it off, I think it is just inevitable.

But instead of freaking out about it, I will take a deep breath, look at this picture, and try to be this woman. Peaceful, serene and so incredibly thankful for the squirmy little man that will soon change our lives forever.

Wordless Wednesday: One Year of The Biz

Things have been so challenging around our house lately that it’s only now, one entire month later, that I’m finishing up on Isora’s One Year Old birthday traditions. I hope to have her birthday letter all polished off tomorrow but really wanted to pull together a photo look at her year of firsts.

With Cedella I really went to town doing a bit of a photo shoot for every single month and (almost) always a monthly update of all her stats and milestones.

Yea. Isora doesn’t have any of those fancy updates, but I will tell you a little bit about her…

At now 13 months old, Isora is one of the funniest and sweetest children I have ever known. She is so quick to smile, to laugh and to make others laugh. You can’t help yourself when she makes a silly face at you or flashes one of her sweet dimpled smiles. She’s contagiously happy.

Now it may be true that she has a big sister to race after and to learn from, but she is crushing every single milestone possible. The girl walked at 9 1/2 months, like her sister, and is now doing all sorts of talking and eats like there’s no tomorrow. She’s so determined and fearless that she just went down the big kid twisty slide at the park without hesitation and giggled the whole time.

She has a pretty incredible vocabulary so far. Her words now include: Daddy, Mommy, Ella, Izzie, Anna, Mia, Bia, Kira, Gramma, Teta, Jido, Elmo, Ernie, dog, monkey, milk, eat, all done, water, Diego, more, please, thank you, up, down, wrap and ‘here you go’. Yep, ‘here you go’, real fast. It sounds like ‘herego’ but she says it as she passes something to someone. So. Smart.

I can hardly believe that she has only been a part of our family for one year. It feels like I’ve never lived without her. I love to see her sleeping face. She looks so much like her dad when she sleeps. But nothing warms me like her smile. It takes my breath away.

I remember wondering how I could ever love another child as much as I love Cedella. Isora made it easy. From the exact second I saw her she was my love. It was so easy. She is so easy to love.

Mere moments after she was born and those blushed cheeks were already two of my favorite body parts in all the world.

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Not sure what I love more, her multiple chins or her smooshy cheeks.

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Though she had been smiling before this I could never catch it on camera. But those smirks were in full effect by month 2.

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It was hot out. So why not put the sticker directly on the baby, huh? Count those delicious rolls. Love.

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At 4 months old Isora took her first dip in Lake Huron. She might have been less than impressed. But adorable none the less.

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Now she’s starting to come into her signature grin. When she smiles her whole face smiles and her eyes sparkle.

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My sweet little pumpkin at 6 months old in the pumpkin patch. Poor baldy. She really did lose her hair for a while there. Doesn’t matter. I’d pick this little pumpkin from the patch. Notice the socks, which means, thankfully, she wasn’t walking yet.

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Enjoying a warm Thanksgiving Day at Aunt Gayle’s in South Carolina at 7 months old marking her first official road trip and first time meeting her Great Grandma Cecelia.

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Izzie Biz’s first Christmas morning. She looks a bit dazed and confused. In fairness, it was a lot of stuff to open. She liked her books the most.

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A Linus in the making? Or Alicia Keys perhaps? She babbles and sings as she plays, making me just so proud.

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Teeth!! On Valentine’s Day (about 11 months) you can finally see she has four teeth. And that’s a silly smile, not a grimace. She was laughing…

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The smiley happy Birthday Girl. Hair filling in, little teeth showing, smiling as usual and thighs overflowing the Babylegs. All. Good. Things.

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This year has been challenging and incredible and lovely. Well, aside from the past month or so. But every single moment with Isora is worth it.

She is the very definition of sunshine when skies are gray. May she always keep this gift of light that she graces people with, both loved ones and strangers alike.

Thanks for going on this little flashback journey with me. Hope we brought you some sunshine today! Happy Wordless/Wordful Wednesday to each and every one of you!

 

 

 

 

 

The Isora Report: Month 2

My sweet little Nugget is already two months old. Ok, actually she’s almost three months old. How crazy is that? And now I feel super duper guilty for missing her first month so first of all I’ll show you the pictures we took last month…

NOW FOR HER TWO MONTH STATS…

Weight: 13.5 lb

Height: 24 in.

Head: 16 in.

Clothing Size: some 3 to 6 month clothes, mostly 6-9 month clothes, nearly out of the newborn diapers. In fact, now that Monk is out of them she is almost exclusively in our GroVia stash. Just check out the onesie in these pics. It’s a 3 month-er holding on for dear life. 😉

She seriously has the most chunky and delicious thighs. This often leads us to need at least a size 6 month pair of pants or leggings. Things that Cedella worn at the end of her first summer Isora is already fitting. And some things she’s already out of.

Her chin and neck rolls just don’t quit and are especially good places to kiss. I should know. I would chew on them if it didn’t make me some kind of weirdo zombie (seriously…what’s up with all the people eaters out there recently? I am NOT ready for a zombie-pocalypse)

Milestones: Smiling. This is pretty much constant. If she’s awake, she probably has a slight smirk on her chubby little face. She started smiling at around one month, just like her sister. Just about anytime she hears my voice she smiles. When Cedella comes near her, she smiles. When she’s sitting in her bouncy chair and sees the little lion guy, she smiles. When she hears her Jiddo’s voice, she smiles. Her Grandma Linda’s face makes her smile. Her Daddy? Definitely makes her smile. She is a very smiley baby.

But as far as other milestones goes she is doing really well holding up her head, though her big brain and cheeks prevent her from holding it up for very long. I’ve noticed when I’m wearing her that she is starting to hold up her head and parascope around, checking things out. She’s a curious little thing.

Recently she began putting weight on her legs (straightening out her legs). She likes standing up and looking around her. It must be so cool to have a new perspective after laying down for so much of your short life.

But perhaps the biggest milestone? SHE’S SLEEPING THROUGH THE NIGHT!! WHAT?! Did you hear me? That’s right. This girl is sleeping from 9pm to 5:30am just about every night.  And I’ve often had to wake her up to nurse and then she goes right back to sleep. And even at 5:30 she will eat and then go right back to sleep for another couple hours. It’s amazing.

I didn’t really even think it was possible for a exclusively breast-fed baby to sleep so long. But she does. It worried me enough that I talked about it with Zorie’s pediatrician who told me to just let her sleep and pump instead (which admittedly I haven’t done, cause who wants to get out of bed in the middle of the night to pump? Not this Mama). She nurses a LOT during the day. Enough so that she must tank herself up for a big sleep at night.

And now that Cedella is fully potty trained and only rarely having accidents, BOTH girls are sleeping through a majority of the night. I don’t feel like a completely exhausted basket-case every morning. It’s lovely.

Personality: Zorie is funny and easy going. She smiles a crooked little smile at the smallest things. She has man-sized gas and smiles every time she lets one rip (that’s my girl!). If she is fed and has a dry diaper she will just sit in her chair and coo and talk away.

But this is also a girl who LOVES to be held and worn. I’ve been really enjoying how much easier it is to put her in a sling or Ergo for grocery store and shopping. How much calmer and happier she is than Cedella as a baby. I realized today that I have yet to put her in the car seat/stroller combo. Cedella was in that combo a lot. Wearing her on me is just so much nicer for us both. And my baby wearing stash is growing by the second (since we’re fully stocked with diapers I needed a new fluffy obsession, right?)

The sad thing is that because of Cedella’s recent hard times Zorie’s had to CIO on a few occasions. I know she won’t remember it but it kills me that I can’t get to her the second she cries like I did with her big sister, though maybe she will have a higher level of patience than Cedella has. The most important thing to me going forward is to make sure that I treat them both equally, that they both have to wait for one another, to take turns and to share my attention. It’s tricky. But Isora doesn’t seem to be holding it against me. But she does give me the Mean Feet a lot…

Health: Good news? She is gaining weight like a champ and growing like a weed. The bad news? She has gotten two of Cedella’s colds. It sucks because I can’t give her anything for relief but breast milk, which in actuality is the best medicine a baby could get. But when her nose gets so stuffy that she has a hard time breathing, it makes nursing challenging. The lovelies at my La Leche group told me to put milk up her nose to heal the enflamed tissue. Which sounds good in theory but I couldn’t figure out how to get it in there aside from just dribbling it in.

Though thankfully after the last cold cleared up so did her random spitting up out of her nose. Yep. Every time she spit up it would come out of her nose. It was freaky. But again both the Ped and the LLL ladies confirmed that it’s no big deal. And now, just out of the blue, it stopped. So crazy how quickly they grow out of things.

And just like her sister she has a sensitivity to cow’s milk. Boo. It sucks for me cause I can’t have any of the delicious stuff I love. Like milk, sour cream, cheese, yogurt or ice cream…how I miss ice cream. But the good news? Almond milk is delicious, goat cheese doesn’t make her react and not eating so much cheese may be helping my post-partum weight loss. But why oh why does Nutella have milk in it?! Double boo. But this face?

Totally worth no cheese for a few months.

Relationship with Cedella: A few weeks ago Cedella picked up her baby sister and carried her to me while I was in the bathroom. No really. Scared the shit out of me. And the funniest part? Isora didn’t cry or make a peep. She just stared up at her big sister with a silly grin on her face like Cedella was a coolest thing she had ever seen.

Monk loves to hug and kiss her baby sister. And smother her with affection. And lay on top of her when Zorie is in her bouncy chair or swing. It’s a really hard balance. We want to encourage the affection, but we don’t want Zorie getting hurt because Cedella is too rough with her. Cedella learned really quickly to be gentle with the dog. Maybe once Zorie can fight back she’ll get it?

What’s super sweet though is that when Isora cries Cedella goes into full-on little mama mode. She shushes the baby like a professional nanny. And she sings ‘Frere Jacques’ to get her sister to calm down. She’ll hold her little baby hand and tell her “It’s ok Izzie. Don’t worry.” It’s really sweet to see how much she wants to take care of her baby sister.

Nickname Status: For now it’s still up in the air. I call her Zorie. Cedella calls her Izzie. Michael calls her Isora. Everyone else is kind of split on what they call her. It’s funny. Guess we’ll just figure out when she starts talking.

Isn’t she just so beautiful? God I love this girl. These past few months have sped by. But in the quiet little times when it’s just me and her staring into each other’s eyes? Time stops. And life is just…brilliant.