Out for a walk

Today we ventured out for a walk - using the moby wrap for the first time - and strolled about a mile or so before coming home.  It felt great, thank goodness for yoga pants, and gave me a burst of energy I was desperately needing after the all day nursing marathon. 

We ran into some friends while we were out and stopped to talk for a while.

I must have left my brain at the hospital, I wish they would call and let me know that they found it, because it was all I could do to answer yes and no questions. 

I think, looking at the photo, I look like I'm in a fog. 

The truth, I am completely and utterly enamored in my lil guy as he has me wrapped around his little finger.

Praise God for wonderful weather, the city we live in and his ever faithfulness to what is heavy in our hearts. 

Official Pictures - aka Kiwi's Modeling Debut

The official pictures were taken yesterday, at the hospital, and I started crying as soon as I saw them.

  The pictures taken at the hospital have come a long way.

It's hard to believe that they were one step below school pictures when you see what they have evolved to.

And, in my opinion, it was a long time coming.

Better yet - they are digital!

Woot - wish school pictures were digital to expedite the order, improve the picture you get and make it possible for you to order AFTER the picture is taken.

So - the long and short of it - since I apparently dropped my brain in the delivery room and no one has found it yet - our baby boy is beautiful and the perfect gift from God.

It's a BOY!

After 18 plus hours (more than that actually but we fibbed a little to take the pressure off my normally long labors) Cillian Edward Mobley made his appearance into this world!

Cillian Edward Mobley at 2135 on 9/202011

In the words of my husband, with that final push, "it's a boy - and he's perfect!"

Perfect indeed he is!

Weighing in at 4.012 KG he every gram a boy!

We were blessed by a wonderful mid-wife, a great tag team of two doulas and a caring primary nurse.  The girls were there for the entire labor and in the end Natalie became the rock that got me through transition and to completion (while she will lead you to believe that her hand is still numb from my squeezing).  

I don't think this is something that any of us will forget for a long time.

Praise God for his continued Grace and Mercy

Things that take me longer these days

After having a conversation with someone today, where I was questioned how long it took me to get ready and around "these days" (not that the person was prying they were actually trying to prevent me from coming in to work when I could have worked from home), I realized that my days of popping out of bed and heading out the door were no more.

Where did they go?  I'm pregnant - not a cripple!  I reviewed what my morning routine entails and I was appalled with the major time sucks:

1. I wake up anywhere between 0400 and 0500, wide awake, relishing in my baby's movements - sometimes as if he or she is running a marathon in there.  
2. My morning showers are a luxury to me.  I am in there for many more minutes, wasting water, than I need to be.  BUT, it wakes me up, soothes the baby (who is up and at it at 0500), and relaxes me.
3. I wander from room to room getting ready.  I used to pop out of the shower, get dressed, put the make up on and blow dry the hair.  I now find myself getting half way dressed, fix the hair, put some make up on, finish fixing the hair, maybe get finished getting dressed... lets not forget all the stops for a glass of water, lingering on GMA or just plain laying back feeling the baby move.
4. I am fragmented in my thought process (as if #2 pointed this out) and as much as I think I have my stuff together the night before (ha ha), I find it scattered all over.  Like getting ready in the AM, I wander from room to room, sometimes leaving the object I retrieved from the other room in the room I just retrieved another object.  
5. Mentally - I am just not prepared to leave the house.  Laying back, feet up, feeling the baby move, reading a book and chilling - is what my mind set is these days.

 All of this is good - considering the time to when this baby shows up is winding down (minutes, hours, days... not weeks) - I imagine this is a natural part of the nesting syndrome preparing me for the blissful (sleep deprived) days of a newborn.

I HEART PREGNANCY

Another Miracle

As many of you know, the baby was discovered to be Breech (leading me to believe that this lil guy is a guy cause a girl would stop and ask for directions on the proper way out) last week leaving us with choices that were not on my list of delivery options. 

Today - at the bright hour of 0800 - my hubby and prego self trek'd on down to the OB unit at the hospital for an external version.  I had tried to prepare myself for a crash c-section, successful version but induced labor or worse - a planned c-section d/t failed version.  (A granola nut tree hugging woman like me with two water births under her belt and a combined total of 4 years of breast feeding was not digging these options). 

There was a great deal of prayer going on in my house this weekend not to mention breech exercises and some humor provided by my girls.  At one point I was laying with my feet in the air, on my bed, in the privacy (insert British accent) of my room, with Peter Gabriel playing at the pubic area and me massaging the baby towards the head down position, and in walked my lil Ro with her minions to stare at me.  I heard one minion say "what's you mom doing" to which my reply was "trying to flip the baby - Rowan - please leave and shut the door." 

The girls drew lovely lil arrows on my belly directing the baby to the head down position along with hearts and flowers and notes of love (this was the most wonderful thing they could have done to support me than anything else).  

My hubby tried to do his best to support me but I could tell he was struggling to understand all that was concerning and upsetting to me (bless his heart).

 We even did the casting of my belly - for fear that this would be the last weekend it was mommy and baby as opposed to mom and baby "insert girl or boy."   I spent several alone minutes rubbing the belly, talking to my baby and praying I could give up control to God and relax. 

We took many bump pictures and resolved ourselves that this was the last night as a family expecting. 

Which brings me to this morning......

What's that you ask?????

That's a head - yup a head!

PRAISE GOD - a beautiful head in the HEAD DOWN position!

Did I mention this was BEFORE the version?

Yup - BEFORE the version!

this baby - smarter than you can imagine - by the Grace of God - flipped.  He (or she) FLIPPED on his (or her) own!!!!

Ok, this is where I tell you that I:

a. didn't believe it and asked for three different US looks

b. knew exactly when it happened after it was confimred

and.....

c.  CRIED - tears of joy, tears of faith and tears of anxiety leaving my body

Praise God for his continued Grace, Faithfulness and Control