A little overdue to add this information, lol. She had her nine month well visit last week and everything's looking good. Weigh's in at 18 lbs 6 oz (41%), stands 27.3 inches tall (40%), and has a head circumference of 17.25 inches (44%).
She was scheduled to get her #3 Hep B shot but the doctor decided to hold off because she's got another double ear infection! Only indication we had that something was up was that she woke up a couple times a night for 2-3 nights and her bottle consumption went to 3 a day (total 24oz). Otherwise she's a perfectly happy baby. At the appointment the doc wanted to hold off on giving her anything for her ears until she developed a fever or got super fussy. I wasn't real thrilled with waiting, but we did. All of three days went by before she needed the antibiotics. We've got her on them now and she's doing great.
Overall Evie's a perfect baby :-)
She's learned some new things lately, most good. She's pointing at things she wants or places she wants to go. She'll clap her hands, do "so big!," and vigorously shake her head "no." She still doesn't get onto her hands and knees by herself, but she will now stay in that position if you put her there. She goes longer periods of time now on hands and knees without crying. She has even started to rock! I'm thinking she'll be crawling within the next 3 weeks. She's also developed a big stranger anxiety. Takes her quite a while to warm up to someone new. She also occasionally cries when I drop her off at daycare or when I pick her up. If she's cries when I pick her up it's like she's thinking "OMG I can't believe you weren't here all day. I miiiiisssssed you!" Lol, endearing but it also breaks my heart that she's there all day.
We also start swim lessons in a couple weeks! I'm excited for Evie to get in the water, not so much for seeing myself in a swim suit...
For those of you who are interested, or like to plan ahead, we're thinking of doing a birthday celebration of sorts at Como park. Probably some sort of picnic near the mini golf. Nothing set in stone yet, but I'll keep you posted. Can't believe her first birthday is coming up so soon!!
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
It's a (part 2)...
And the newest little one is a...
BOY!
Shaun and I were sitting in the office waiting and Shaun said "if it's a boy, he's going to have his hand down by his junk saying 'here I am!' just like I would." So, of course, as soon as the Dr put the thing on my belly the baby's hand was down by his 'junk' and we definitely got an all boy shot, lol. He kept his hand down there the whole time. Dr was trying to count fingers and he just kept playing. Typical boy already.
BOY!
Shaun and I were sitting in the office waiting and Shaun said "if it's a boy, he's going to have his hand down by his junk saying 'here I am!' just like I would." So, of course, as soon as the Dr put the thing on my belly the baby's hand was down by his 'junk' and we definitely got an all boy shot, lol. He kept his hand down there the whole time. Dr was trying to count fingers and he just kept playing. Typical boy already.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Susan G. Komen Twin Cities Race for the Cure®
If you feel like donating, I'm walking again this year.
Maybe next year I can run again, lol. That's what I was saying at last year's event.
My page: http://www.active.com/donate/komentc09/DEineke2
Maybe next year I can run again, lol. That's what I was saying at last year's event.
My page: http://www.active.com/donate/komentc09/DEineke2
Friday, May 1, 2009
Little Maggie, I've just got to blog about it
A very beautiful baby girl, just a couple weeks older than Evie, left this world Tuesday. I did not know her or her family personally, but little Maggie Amelia Rose touched my life none the less.
Starting sometime in early 2008 her mother, Kelli, and I joined a group of pregnant women expecting to be mothers in August later that year. We shared, as a group through the virtual world, the ups and downs of pregnancy together. We anxiously worried about passing through the first trimester, analyzing symptoms only in ways paranoid pregnant women can do. We comforted each other that each twinge and worry was normal. We whined about the symptoms we least liked: morning sickness, restlessness, insomnia, and other TMI topics. And we counted down the days until the magical second trimester.
As a group we celebrated our milestones of the second trimester. Like the spring in full bloom around us, we blossomed. We started showing, prompting the sharing of belly photos. Imagine?! Posting photos of your bare, growing belly with a group of women you barely know online. Only this group of women would recognize that barely-there-bump so early in the second trimester. During this time we connected even deeper with our growing babies through finally feeling them move inside us. We ooh'd and ahh'd over the tiny kicks and bumps we'd feel. Sharing each sensation with the women online we grew closer to everyday. As we learned the sexes of our babies we celebrated with each other and shared our names for the babies we would soon hold in our arms.
As mild spring turned into hot summer (especially hot due to all our extra hormones!) we entered our third trimester. The panic and worry of the first trimester was long gone. Ah, but panic and worry never truly leave a mother. Now that we felt the kicks, we timed them. Were they happening often enough? While some women turned to their OBs to calm their fears, we turned to each other. Who needs a doctor to tell you not to worry when there's a group of women you have been growing close to who are going through the exact same thing. There was comfort in our numbers. When our fears turned towards our upcoming birthing days, again we turned to our other August moms. The experienced moms soothing the newer moms with stories of their past. Everyone pitched in ideas, books, resources, or simply a computer screen of a hundred different faces to vent to.
Then the babies started coming. Some early, some on time, and others chose to hang out a while longer. We analyzed labor signs, received updates from labor buddies, shared our birthing stories, and posted pictures. We lived every experience of our pregnancies together. Through it all we helped each other with the ups and downs in any way we could, in any way our new sisters-in-motherhood needed.
We had no plans to change this now that our little ones were on the outside. Having a baby meant that we had a whole new world of questions, thoughts, ideas, fears, and worries that demanded the open discussion of the group of women we had to bonded with. We knew, and still know, that this group of August moms is a place to turn to.
Throughout all of this I don't remember what posts were uniquely Kelli's or about Maggie, wish I could say I did. I just don't have a memory for those kinds of specifics. But I do know how important each of these women and children I have never met helped shape who I am over the past year and a half.
It wasn't until mid-morning on Wednesday that I logged onto the group and saw the tragic news that Maggie had passed away the day before. Shock, disbelief and fear were the instant reactions. Shock that someone I *knew* had suffered such a loss, Disbelief that it could actually happen, and an overwhelming Fear that it could happen to my baby. I cried throughout the day, reading every post written to, or about, Kelli and Maggie. I expressed my feelings once again with my fellow August moms.
Since then I've been so confused. I feel grief, and I feel guilty about that. What right do I have to feel so sad, so empty, when I still have my baby girl. I feel like I'm imposing on Kelli and her family to feel even 1/1000th of what they must be feeling.
On the other hand, I have a strong instinct of self-preservation that keeps screaming at me to stop reading about it, to stop going to Kelli's facebook page, to try to push it all out of my mind, to make myself happy. But I feel guilty about that too. Why is it fair that I can push my emotions away, that I can stop reading about it, that I can go home and hug and kiss my baby girl, that I can stop this from being my reality...when all of this is Kelli's reality against her wishes? I feel like I should be grieving with her.
So I'm torn, and unsure of what to do. Writing about it all seems to help. I can make what I feel real, even if I can't make sense of it. I can, and will, be avoiding my online oasis for a little while, but that doesn't mean I feel any less for Ryan, Kelli, Piper, and Maggie. It also doesn't mean I need to stop thinking about them, because I won't.
Thanks for letting me share with you. I urge you to join in on sending thoughts and prayers to Maggie's family as they celebrate her life today: http://www.funeralquestions.com/obits/lensing/memorial.asp?listing_id=131630
Starting sometime in early 2008 her mother, Kelli, and I joined a group of pregnant women expecting to be mothers in August later that year. We shared, as a group through the virtual world, the ups and downs of pregnancy together. We anxiously worried about passing through the first trimester, analyzing symptoms only in ways paranoid pregnant women can do. We comforted each other that each twinge and worry was normal. We whined about the symptoms we least liked: morning sickness, restlessness, insomnia, and other TMI topics. And we counted down the days until the magical second trimester.
As a group we celebrated our milestones of the second trimester. Like the spring in full bloom around us, we blossomed. We started showing, prompting the sharing of belly photos. Imagine?! Posting photos of your bare, growing belly with a group of women you barely know online. Only this group of women would recognize that barely-there-bump so early in the second trimester. During this time we connected even deeper with our growing babies through finally feeling them move inside us. We ooh'd and ahh'd over the tiny kicks and bumps we'd feel. Sharing each sensation with the women online we grew closer to everyday. As we learned the sexes of our babies we celebrated with each other and shared our names for the babies we would soon hold in our arms.
As mild spring turned into hot summer (especially hot due to all our extra hormones!) we entered our third trimester. The panic and worry of the first trimester was long gone. Ah, but panic and worry never truly leave a mother. Now that we felt the kicks, we timed them. Were they happening often enough? While some women turned to their OBs to calm their fears, we turned to each other. Who needs a doctor to tell you not to worry when there's a group of women you have been growing close to who are going through the exact same thing. There was comfort in our numbers. When our fears turned towards our upcoming birthing days, again we turned to our other August moms. The experienced moms soothing the newer moms with stories of their past. Everyone pitched in ideas, books, resources, or simply a computer screen of a hundred different faces to vent to.
Then the babies started coming. Some early, some on time, and others chose to hang out a while longer. We analyzed labor signs, received updates from labor buddies, shared our birthing stories, and posted pictures. We lived every experience of our pregnancies together. Through it all we helped each other with the ups and downs in any way we could, in any way our new sisters-in-motherhood needed.
We had no plans to change this now that our little ones were on the outside. Having a baby meant that we had a whole new world of questions, thoughts, ideas, fears, and worries that demanded the open discussion of the group of women we had to bonded with. We knew, and still know, that this group of August moms is a place to turn to.
Throughout all of this I don't remember what posts were uniquely Kelli's or about Maggie, wish I could say I did. I just don't have a memory for those kinds of specifics. But I do know how important each of these women and children I have never met helped shape who I am over the past year and a half.
It wasn't until mid-morning on Wednesday that I logged onto the group and saw the tragic news that Maggie had passed away the day before. Shock, disbelief and fear were the instant reactions. Shock that someone I *knew* had suffered such a loss, Disbelief that it could actually happen, and an overwhelming Fear that it could happen to my baby. I cried throughout the day, reading every post written to, or about, Kelli and Maggie. I expressed my feelings once again with my fellow August moms.
Since then I've been so confused. I feel grief, and I feel guilty about that. What right do I have to feel so sad, so empty, when I still have my baby girl. I feel like I'm imposing on Kelli and her family to feel even 1/1000th of what they must be feeling.
On the other hand, I have a strong instinct of self-preservation that keeps screaming at me to stop reading about it, to stop going to Kelli's facebook page, to try to push it all out of my mind, to make myself happy. But I feel guilty about that too. Why is it fair that I can push my emotions away, that I can stop reading about it, that I can go home and hug and kiss my baby girl, that I can stop this from being my reality...when all of this is Kelli's reality against her wishes? I feel like I should be grieving with her.
So I'm torn, and unsure of what to do. Writing about it all seems to help. I can make what I feel real, even if I can't make sense of it. I can, and will, be avoiding my online oasis for a little while, but that doesn't mean I feel any less for Ryan, Kelli, Piper, and Maggie. It also doesn't mean I need to stop thinking about them, because I won't.
Thanks for letting me share with you. I urge you to join in on sending thoughts and prayers to Maggie's family as they celebrate her life today: http://www.funeralquestions.com/obits/lensing/memorial.asp?listing_id=131630
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