Friday, January 30, 2009

Dear Keaton: 1 Month

Dear Keaton,

Today you are one month old. I can hardly believe it. It feels like just yesterday we were speeding to the hospital in the middle of the night and welcoming you into our lives. As I type this you are lying curled up on my chest, your arms are out to either side as if you were hugging me and I can hear your little breaths go in and out. Sitting here I can’t help but be amazed at how much one little guy has taught me about myself in such a short amount of time.

To say that you have brought joy to my life is such an understatement. You have brought so much more than that. You have brought love and happiness and excitement and anticipation for the future. You have made my heart whole and I love you more than I thought possible.


I’m not sure I realized just how amazing motherhood would be. Sure, I’m a little light on the sleep and the house has been kept nowhere near the standards I’d like it to be, but when I look at the dishes piled in the sink or floors that need to be swept and start to feel the anxiety creeping in all I have to do is take you into your nursery and sit with you in the chair to remember that none of that matters.

We have spent many, many hours sitting in the glider together. It usually starts out with a feeding but it typically lasts well beyond the time it takes you to eat. I can’t help but just linger there, breathing in your scent, examining your little hands and toes, listening to your breath. Those are my favorite moments, when it is just you and me. As you sleep I watch your movements, the way you stretch your arms and legs is so familiar to me, it is exactly what I felt when you were in my belly.

You were a strong little bugger when you were born, and your strength has only increased this month. When we hold you, you push off our chests if you want to look around and during tummy time you will hold your head up for a number of seconds before turning it to the other side. Your puppy is always right there with you when we do tummy time and as she inches up closer and closer I see your eyes get bigger and brighter. You haven’t started following much with your eyes yet, but I’m pretty certain you have seen her.

Because your focus isn’t great yet you are comforted more by the sound of our voice and by our touch. Some of the things you really don’t like include: getting your onesie changed, getting your diaper changed, and putting lotion on after your bath. You especially don’t like the lotion and sometimes you will get yourself so worked up that you’ll tense all of your limbs, start to shake, and then belt out with the loudest cry ever. I feel kind of bad admitting this, but it is so cute I can’t help but giggle at you. When you do this I grab your little hands and put my face down by yours and tell you that Mommy is here and almost instantly you settle down.


You also get worked up when you are really hungry. Sometimes you become a little frantic and instead of latching on you shove your hand in your mouth and just start sucking away. When I remove your hand you do one of two things: shove the other one in your mouth or open your mouth wide and jerk your head from side to side, and again I can’t help but giggle, because you look just like a little bird.

Some of my most favorite memories from this month have occurred while you were nursing. There are times when you are calm; your eyes are closed, your breathing steady, and your hands open and close in a slow, rhythmic pattern, caressing my skin. It is during these moments that I truly experience serenity. Other times you are more alert. During these feedings your eyes are open and darting around and you hold my thumb in your hand, every so often giving it a little squeeze. Either way, calm or alert, I can tell that you are content and that you feel safe and it is then that I realize the only thing I really want to do in life is be a good mother.


Nursing also has it humorous moments. Every so often you will grab onto the strap of my bra with both hands while you kick your feet out straight behind you. You have a little grimace on your face and you look like your hanging on for dear life. Daddy once said to you “Gosh Keaton, you’re eating, not jumping out of an airplane.”

The things you have liked this month include bath time, especially when Daddy pours warm water over you or we lay your duck luve on your belly, and having books read to you. Your favorite book this month was The Pokey Little Puppy. When you are fussy you like to be held close to our chests tucked under our chin. If you are not close enough you will let us know by squirming your way up there.


Everyone believes that their child is special, but we believe you are truly gifted. You have been gifted with what we like to call a clean diaper sensor. I’m not kidding you Little One, within 5 minutes of changing your diaper you are either farting or filling it back up. This was a little frustrating to your Daddy and me at first. Now we just look at each other, shrug, and say “ehhh - clean diaper sensor.” This little trick of yours to let off stinkers, as if on command, is what has earned you the nickname Stink Stink. Or just Stink, for short. Your other nicknames this month have included, Keaters, Little Buddy, and Bugs (short for buggers).



Well, what can I say kiddo – it has been an amazing month. I have enjoyed every second of getting to know you outside of my belly and I look forward to the month ahead.

All my love,
Mama

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Boobology 101

During my pregnancy the one thing that was important to me is that I had no expectations. I’m a Type A. I like plans and structure and control. But the one thing I heard about child birth and motherhood from talking to others is that sometimes things are out of your control. Ideally I wanted to give birth without an epidural. Ideally I wanted to breastfeed my baby. But most of all, I did not want to feel like a failure if either of these things were not possible, and so my mantra was “no expectations”.

I’m happy to say that so far I’ve been able to do both. As you know, there was no time for an epidural. Shit, there was no time for an IV! And Keaton learned to latch and breastfeed without much difficulty. Sure, he still gets frantic at times but overall the learning process for him was relatively quick.

My learning process, on the other hand, has taken a little longer. Who knew there was so much to learn about your boobs!

A list of things ma boobs have taught me, in no particular order:

1) The first time you find yourself engorged you’ll wonder what the hell God was thinking when he planned this.
2) Riding in a car while engorged will make you whimper like a little girl.
3) Seriously, who is in charge of the roads in this town – do you think you could do something about all the pot holes (see # 2 above).
4) While engorged you may find yourself digging through the freezer for anything, anything, you could put on your chest. A bag of hash browns might not work so well. Next time try peas or corn.
5) Watching your nipple being stretched to an ungodly length through a breast pump will make you cringe. But you’ll suck it up because, dude, walking is becoming uncomfortable (see # 1 and # 2 above).
6) The first time you pump your engorged breast may result in a euphoric experience. While on this high you may walk around the house with your bra hanging out the bottom of your sweatshirt. When you have company. (Sorry April & Josh!)
7) Leakage.
8) A whole lot of leakage.
9) Did you know you could leak through your bra, a t-shirt, AND a sweatshirt? That is THREE layers!!!
10) One package of 3 sets of reusable breast pads will not be enough.
11) Two packages (6 sets) isn’t really enough.
12) Neither is 4 nursing bras/tanks – because crap, you go through at least 2 a day.
13) When your baby cries your boobs will hurt.
14) Like really hurt. Like, Holy God I need to release this right this second, hurt.
15) Hearing a baby cry on tv may result in the same experience.
16) If your baby pulls off the nipple mid suck your milk will not necessarily know to shut off and it may spray your baby just like a water gun, soaking his face, neck, or onesie. Or all three.
17) When your baby is nursing on your left boob your right boob may get jealous and start to leak. A lot.
18) Like a lot. A lot.

With that I will leave you with a story that may or may not have happened to me.

It was a lovely Saturday night and a young couple with a new baby were settling in to watch a movie. The only problem was the girl had found her breasts were quite engorged. The engorgement was starting to cause some pain and she was afraid that concentrating on a movie under these circumstances might not be easy. Lucky for her she had purchased a great breast pump. After hooking up the pump and making herself cozy on the couch she decided the easiest way to do this would be to just take off all her clothes from the waist up, after all, it was only her and her husband home, there was no need to be discreet. Instead of hooking up two pumps she thought it would be just as easy to pump one breast at a time – while the other hung free, flapping in the wind.

After getting the left breast hooked up, the girl cranked the pump up to level 7 and sat back to enjoy a little tv. Errrch….errrch….errch….the pump went. Things started off good, great even, but at about the 3 minute mark something went wrong. Could it be that the pump was leaking? No. No the pump was fine. Did she spill a drink in her lap? No. No drink was spilled. What is going on then??

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!! Her right boob, it sprung a leak!!! Breast milk was pouring out of it and running down her chest, down her stomach, and pooling on her lap. Dude! She yelled at her unexpecting husband, Help me!

The girl held onto the pump with one hand as it continued to work its magic on her left boob errrch…errrrch…errrrch…and stood up frantically looking for something, anything to stop the leakage from her right boob. He husband, thoroughly amused, whipped a receiving blanket across the room and she plugged the leak as quickly as possible.

Unfortunately it was not before her pants were soaked through to the skin and the couch was wet. And this, my friends, is how she learned of #17. And # 18.


Sunday, January 25, 2009

Due Date

Today is January 25th. Today is the day that Baby Kono was supposed to make his/her arrival. But instead of spending the day at the hospital hee hee hee whooing I spent my morning snuggling with my (almost) four week old son and this afternoon I made a run to Target. I haven't been out of the house for a week and it felt so good to see the sun and feel the cold air. When I got in the car the radio station was playing a good song and I cranked up the volume and for the first time I think it hit me - I'm no longer pregnant.

Before Keaton arrived I told a few people that I was afraid I might be a little sad after giving birth because it would mean I was no longer pregnant. But this afternoon I realized I'm not sad at all. I loved being pregnant, and I can't wait to be again, but I'm not sad because I have a little person that lights up my life. And as much as I loved having him in my belly, I love having him here even more. On my way home I called Collin to check-in and when he answered I heard Keat's trademark "ahh, ahh, ahh" and it melted my heart.

I'm glad we went early for a number of reasons - one of which is that I was worried about physically giving birth and watching my due date come closer and closer would have have allowed me the time to really get myself worked up over it. But mostly I'm glad because we just got four more amazing weeks with our beautiful son.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Trade offs

Yesterday was rough day in our house. Keaton is usually quite content during the day; it is at night that he becomes inconsolable. During the afternoon he wakes up to eat and has been staying up and alert for awhile after eating but then once again falls into a slumber. While he's awake he usually cries while changing his diaper but after that can typically be soothed fairly easily. Once he's asleep Mama usually puts him down and then runs around the house like mad trying to get things done in the hour to hour and a half I have until it is time to wake him up to eat again. Yesterday though our little stinker was CRABBY! There was no soothing him. We walked, we bounced, we read books, we changed him, we fed him (again), we tried everything. If he did fall asleep he would only stay asleep if he was held, put him down and within 30 seconds I'd hear WAAAAAHHHHHH! Just like that. And so I'd pick him up again.

This literally went on all day long; up until our 9 pm feeding. I don't know if he wore himself out screaming all day or what but at 9 pm - the time that all hell usually breaks loose - something beautiful happened. He ate, he burped, we changed him into his halo, and he fell asleep. Just like that. Now, I have to admit that I fell asleep with him on my chest on the couch from 9 to midnight while Collin worked in the basement. But at midnight when Collin came and woke me up we went through the same routine with no issues. And after I was done burping him he went down in his co-sleeper with no problems. He woke up at 3 am and again at 6 am to eat but each time he was done he went right back into his co-sleeper and fell asleep. It was beautiful, like music to my ears.

Maybe my opinion will change tomorrow, but for now, I'd take McCrabby during the day if I get McSleepsAlot at night.


I love my bouncer

Thank Heaven for Little Boys

Sleepin' on Mama
Maia is always checking up on Keaton and when we do tummy time she has to be right there with him
Bundled up for my doctor's apt.




Tuesday, January 20, 2009

3 Weeks

I know I'm probably going to say this every week, but I can not believe we are already 3 weeks in to parenthood.

We took Keaton back to the doctor for another weight check on Saturday and I'm happy to say he gained 7 oz. and was up to 6 lbs 11 oz. Since he has now surpassed his birth weight we are all done with weight checks and don't have to go back until March for his 2-month check-up. We also had the lab repeat his newborn screening. I'm not exactly sure when we'll have the results back but we did ask the nurse what test was coming back "not right" and she said she thinks it was something to do with an enzyme definciency (though she wasn't absolutely certain). She did say again not to worry that sometimes this happens and that when they repeat the test the results come back normal. So, for now, we're not worrying.

Since he finally put on some weight Keaton has really started to fill out in this past week. He doesn't really have baby chub yet but his belly is not as skinny as it used to be. As you can tell from the photo above, he has also become much more alert in the past week. He stays up now after his feedings for a good half hour 40 min. - sometimes longer. He is still pretty content during the day and only really fusses when he has gas or needs to poop.

Our nights have also been going better. We've kept Keaton on a strict 3 hour feeding schedule during the day in hopes that if he gets more calories during this time that he will sleep better at night. It is working but I think his better nights have more to do with the fact that I have taken to sleeping with him on our fainting lounge for a portion of the night. I know it might be a bad habit to start, but for now it is getting us sleep and I've decided I'll deal with the downfall later. It just dawned on me one night that he only crys after his nightime feedings and, coincidently, that is the only time he is being layed flat after eating. During the day he usually goes in his swing and is sitting more straight up. So one night I took him out of his bassinet, sat with him on the fainting lounge and patted him back to sleep. As we sat there I could hear the gas in his tummy - so I'm pretty sure that is what is making him crabby after eating at night.

We are still getting up for 2 feedings during the night, usually around midnight and 5 am (though those times aren't set in stone :) ). After our first feeding Keat is usually up for a good hour and is typically fussy but after the second feeding he zonks out and sleeps until about 9 am. We've also been using his co-sleeper more than his bassinet lately. He seems to sleep better if we are close enough to touch him if he squirms.

In other news - that picture that I posted on Friday.....that was ME!! I was getting bummed because noone commented and said he looked like the old baby picture so I was thinking, crap, maybe I was wrong. But then, THEN, I got an email from Ember tonight and she said she thought the old baby picture was Collin because it looked like Keaton and I about died. YES!! She sees it!!

I still think he looks mostly like Collin, but when my Dad pulled that old picture of me out of his wallet Friday night I was shocked to realize that, oh my God, maybe this is my kid! Once Keaton's birth announcements are out I'll repost that picture so, hopefully, you can see it to.

Friday, January 16, 2009

Baby Picture Comparison

Check out this old baby picture we scrounged up this afternoon. Think it looks anything like Little One?


Thursday, January 15, 2009

2 Weeks

This post is coming a couple of days late but on Tuesday Keaton turned 2 weeks old.

I can not believe how quickly time is going. I'm trying to remember that I still have 10 weeks off of work instead of my normal way of thinking, which would be: I only have 10 weeks left. I am thoroughly enjoying this time off with my little boy and I know it is going to be a very rough day when I have to go back.

On Monday we had Keaton's 2 week weight check. When we left the hospital they told us they wanted him to be back to his birth weight by 2 weeks. He was one ounce short, weighing in at 6 lbs 4 oz. The doctor was hoping to see a little bit better progress so we're supposed to go back in tomorrow or Saturday for another check. I tried to really watch his feedings this week and I'm hoping we'll have good results with the next check up. After we left our appointment I got a call from the Dr's office saying that one of the tests in Keaton's newborn screening didn't come back right. They said not to worry yet, but that they wanted to repeat the test the next time we're in. I was so surprised by the call that I didn't even have the sense to ask what test or what "not right" meant. Collin isn't worried, he doesn't get worked up over much, but I can't help but be a little nervous. I'm hoping the repeat test will come back okay.

On Tuesday we took Keaton to get his first professional pictures. I thought about waiting until he was 1 month old but decided to just do it now, while he is still so tiny, because I know he is going to grow so fast. Overall I'm pretty happy with the way they turned out. He has a goofy look on his face in a couple of them but I figure I should probably cut him a little slack, he is only 2 weeks old!

The rest of the week we have been hanging out at home. It is way to cold to even think about going outside. This is fine by me. I do not mind staying home, in my pajamas, at all. I love winter for this reason. I know alot of people want to have summer babies so the weather is nice when they are off of work but honestly, I kinda like the winter thing. I like having nothing to do but to sit here at home watching The View during our morning feeding, having tummy time in the nursery in the afternoon and watching Oprah before dinner. This is perfect.


Mama calls this my Oooooprah face - especially when Daddy doesn't want to watch Oprah


I'm a peanut in my bassinet My first bath in my big boy tub (although you wouldn't be able to tell by the look on my face, I like bath time)

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Keaton's Birth Story

To start this story I have to back up just a little bit to before I wrote this post. As I told you, at our appointment that day we found out that in two weeks, at our 38-week appointment, the doctor was going to let us pick a date to be induced. We were so excited that I think I actually gave a little fist pump, accompanied with the obligatory Woo Hoo! Almost immediately though it dawned on me and I looked our doctor square in the eye and told him “I’m not going to be happy if this baby comes on January 1st or 2nd and I miss my tax deduction.” He laughed and said he did not believe that would happen.

We left our appointment that afternoon and headed to lunch to celebrate the news. We were both so wound up that we called our parents right away to tell them that they would be grandparents in just over 2 weeks. When we got home, as I’ve already mentioned, I did a couple of loads of laundry and Collin got the car seat in the car. Around 10:30 Collin forced me off the computer and into bed – after all, it was a work night.

Despite the fact that we were on cloud 9 we some how fell asleep that evening without much difficulty. However, at 12:30, as I was in the middle of a dream, I woke up startled after feeling a weird sensation in my abdomen. I can’t explain it in any other way than to say it was a rupture. I laid there for a second wondering what the heck just happened when I had my first cramp. Realizing that I was laying on my back I decided I better get up and go to the bathroom. This is probably going to be a little bit too much information for some of you and for that I apologize, but I had been bleeding a little after my appointment that day, which the doctor warned me about, but after using the bathroom I was a bit surprised to see bright red blood. Oh shit, I thought, what’s that? So I sat back down and when I did some more fluid leaked out. So I stood up again and then sat back down and again, fluid. I think I did this 3 times before I convinced myself that my water had probably broken.

I headed back into the bedroom and woke Collin up – “Honey” I said, “I’m not positive, but I think my water just broke.” He got out of bed right away and we stood there, staring at each other just waiting for something to happen to confirm it. I walked around a little, thinking that if it was my water it would surely start to leak more. When I came back to the room I had a confused look on my face. “I’m not sure” I told him. And then it happened. A big gush. “Oh yes” I said, “It’s my water.”

It was probably 10 to 1 A.M. at this point and we both started scurrying around the house getting the bags, which of course we didn’t have ready, packed. I was following my list that Jill sent me but by this time my contractions had started in earnest and each time I had one I completely lost focus and forgot where I was on the list. Collin was trying to keep the mood light and the dog was excited thinking we were going on a trip, but those damn contractions did not put me in a happy go lucky mood. People warned me that I would know when they were real contractions (versus the Braxton Hicks I’d been having for awhile) and now I know why – those things hurt like a mother!

At 1:30 A.M. I finally called the doctor. I talked to the on-call doc who said if I was 4 cm that afternoon I needed to get in right away. At 2 A.M. I told Collin we need to get in the car. I don’t care what we have at this point, we need to go.

At 2:08 am we left our driveway. I called my parents, Collin’s parents, and my brother before we hit the interstate. Since I was so preoccupied at home with getting the bags packed I hadn’t been timing my contractions. By the time we got on the highway we realized they were only 3 minutes apart. This is when I started to get a little nervous. 3 minutes apart?? We have a 40 min. drive to the hospital!!

Every 3 minutes for the next 40 miles I would clutch the handle bar and chant “Oh God, oh God, oh God.” At the same time I was trying to suck in what was either the baby or a large poop. I only remember saying two things to Collin during our drive: 1) Could you please speed it up a bit (after I looked over and saw that he was only going 70 mph) and 2) I’m afraid I’m either going to give birth or poop my pants and its not going to be good if either one of those things happens in this car. Collin tried to calm me by noting that I only had 6 contractions to go and then we would be there. I watched the mile markers tick down and counted the contractions and oh my word I was never so happy to see the hospital in the distance.

We checked in a 3 am and they walked me to my room. When I got in there I told the receptionist (nurse?) that checked me in that I felt like I needed to poop. She gave me my gown, told me to strip down and while I’m in there, why don’t I try to go to the bathroom, it’d probably make me feel better.

I did as told but as I was sitting on the toilet I realized this is definitely not poop! So I waddled back into my room where the head nurse was now talking to Collin and I told her just that – I don’t think this is poop. She told me to hop up on the table and she’d take a look. It took her about 5 seconds to say – “Guess what, you’re having a baby tonight and you’re having it SOON!”
The flurry began as soon as she spoke those words. She placed a call to the other two L&D nurses who were there and setting things up immediately and they also called the doctor, who was, up until this point, sound asleep at home.

If I can offer any advice to those about to have a baby it is this – I highly recommend going into labor in the middle of the night. Our nurses were so awesome. Once I was in the hospital I finally relaxed and it was in no small part to them. They had me laughing the entire time. I let it be known that I was afraid of two things: 1) That I was going to poop on the table and 2) That I was terrified of the pain. They assured me they were not afraid of a little poop and regarding the pain? Well, at one point when I asked if there was any hope for an epidural and they cringed a little and told me no, we were WAY past that.

The table full of tools was finally set up and my nurses and a resident were scrubbed in and then we waited. More than once I felt the need to push to which they said “Okay, but just enough to take the edge off.” As I began my head nurse called from the other side of the room, where she was perched in the window waiting for my doctor to arrive, “That’s enough! That’s enough!” Before the doctor got there she had Collin look at the baby’s head and told me that our baby had hair. “What?” I asked them. “No, that can’t be my child!” They laughed and replied “Umm, we’re pretty sure it is.”

The doc finally arrived and our head nurse gave us the play by play: He’s here, he’s driving fast. Alright, he’s parking. He’s locking his car – why is he locking his car? We’re in a parking lot for Christ’s sake! Okay, he’s running. He better not smell good or I'll know he was primping!

As she hurried back to my side she asked if we had names picked out. We told her what they were as the doctor walked in, smiled and said “Well, you guys don’t waste any time. It looks like you’re going to get that tax deduction after all!” He then looked around and asked if we were crowing to which the room responded, Oh Yeah!

As he was scrubbing in two of the nurses told me it was time. They grabbed my legs, shoved them to my chest and yelled, Bear Down! You can do it Kate, chin down, chin down!

And push # 1 was over.

As we waited for the next contraction they cheered me on and told me to push through the pain.

Right before it came they looked at me and said “Ready?” and we went again. Legs to chest, chin down, chin down. I must not have been following orders well on this round because I distinctively remember Collin grabbing my head and shoving it down. A few seconds later Push # 2 was over and they told me that the head was out.

1 push to go. We can do this.

Seconds later, at 3:37 A.M., 3 hours after my water broke, 37 minutes after being admitted to the hospital, and after only 3 pushes, our little one was born. As the doctor held him up the nurse exclaimed “And you have a….Keaton!!”

Hearing those words was so amazing, but the best part was when they placed him on my chest. This little guy who had been living inside of me for 8 months - kicking, rolling, squirming, and hiccupping – was finally here and he was perfect. It was at this moment that I understood what they mean by love at fist sight.


Holding my baby right after birth


Getting measured


Weighing in at 6 lbs 5.6 oz


Skin to skin with Mama after the NICU nurse cleared his lungs- it was amazing how quickly his color improved by doing this


Getting all cleaned up - it was during his bath, when I saw him from a distance for the first time, that I realized he looked EXACTLY like his Daddy

People, I am NOT happy about this! (He had us all cracking up by clutching onto the tub like this)

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Behind the Name

One of my favorite pastimes is talking baby names. I could discuss this topic until I'm blue in the face. Although Collin may not share my passion quite to its full extent he has always appeased my desire to talk "names". As a result we have names picked out for four potential children, 2 boy names and 2 girl names. First and middle. Are we nuts? Probably, but I still love it!

Back in June 2005 Collin and I had a meeting with our Priest to discuss the details of our August wedding. Since we had just moved up here and I was not yet a member of the church we also took care of that technicality. With my new membership the church gave me a welcome package that included the most recent church directory that included the names and pictures of all its members. When we got home that afternoon I sat down with the directory and started looking at names. Particularly, kids names. As I ran across one that was unique or caught my attention I would yell out to Collin – “What do you think of (fill in the blank)?” I don’t remember any of the names in particular I found in the directory but I do remember about half way through Collin yelled back from the opposite side of the apartment “What do you think of Keaton?” (Pronounced like Michael Keaton or Diane Keaton)

Keaton….hmmm…I let it roll around in my mind and tested it out by whispering it to myself…..Keaton. "Yay! I like that." I yelled back.

And so it was. The name of our first born son would be Keaton. When we told people about our name choice back in 2005 the response was always the same – you’ll change your mind before then. But we didn’t. He was, he always has been, Keaton.

The middle name did change a little along the way. Our original plan was to use Andrew as Keaton’s middle name. Andrew is Collin’s middle name. But around the time we started trying in earnest to conceive I ran a new option by Collin.

“What do you think about using Bruske as a middle name for Keaton?” I asked one day as we were running errands around town. Collin thought about it for a moment and then smiled “Yay” He said. “He’ll be a stud in college.”

See Bruske is pronounced like the beer, Brewski. But we aren’t that awful. Yes, we live in Wisconsin. Yes, people drink a lot of beer up here. But no, we would never name a child after an alcoholic beverage. Bruske is Collin’s mom’s maiden name. Because there were only two girls in her family the family name will not be carried on. We thought this would be a good way to honor the name, to let it be carried on. Also, he’ll be a stud in college.

Touchdown!
My first bath at home
Napping with Daddy
Bright eyes

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Could someone tell me where this week went?

Is it seriously going to be Friday tomorrow? I'm not sure where this week has gone. I'm trying to remind myself that I'm not going to be able to get much done these first few weeks as we try to find a routine. Today I made my way through my work email, did a couple of loads of laundry, and loaded Photoshop onto our computer. The files that come off of my camera are really large and it takes forever for me to post them because I have to crop them all in order to get them down to a reasonable size. I'm hoping now that Photoshop is loaded I will be able to post pictures much more easily and more frequently.

We are having some difficulties with getting Keaton to sleep at night. He sleeps fine if we hold him but doesn't want to sleep in his bassinet until about 6 am. I told myself that we are starting the bed time routine early tonight at 9 instead of 11, which is when we have been doing it. As you can tell, I haven't made the 9 pm deadline. I wanted to post just a couple of pictures before I call it a night. I'll be posting more as well as Keaton's birth story very soon.

Coming home from the hospital


1st diaper change at home

Me and my puppy

My first ride in the swing

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

1-week, 37-weeks, 1,508 weeks

I can't believe this but Keaton is 1-week old today. This week has gone by so fast. Except for the fact that I feel like I'm flailing a little with no set schedule, things are going well. We had to take our little guy into the doctor on both Friday and Sunday to check on his jaundice and I'm happy to say his numbers are coming down on their own so we have not had to treat him for it. His weight gain is also going well. Last Friday he was down to 5 lbs 14 oz but at his 1-week check up today he was back up to 6 lbs 2 oz - so getting closer to his birth weight. He is eating well. Really well. I feel like all I am doing is feeding him. This process is still taking us awhile because he likes to fall asleep in the middle of his feedings, but I really can't complain because he is latching on like a pro and overall the breast feeding is going pretty smoothly. Last night was a little rough, he refused to sleep in his bassinet and would only fall asleep lying on my chest. So I spent the night on the couch. I'm hoping it was just gas last night and that tonight goes better.

I'm working on getting some pictures posted, but do you know how hard it is to get a cute picture of an infant? I've taken tons but then I look at them and think, no, he is cuter than that, I can't post this. But I'm going to just have to suck it up and post them. I'm hoping tomorrow.


For fun I decided to also take one last, what would have been 37-weeks, belly shot.


Lastly, today I turned 29, or 1,508 weeks. I just want to say Thank you to everyone for the cards and emails and calls today. I'm sorry I missed some of you and I promise I will get back to you as soon as I can. Hearing from all of you made my day!