Showing posts with label Georgiana. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Georgiana. Show all posts

Humming - Georgie At Six Months



Wow, that was one of the fastest half-years in my recent memory.  My sweet girl is halfway to one year old!

Growth And Eating

It seems like every time I take Georgie's monthly pictures, she looks so much different.  These days she's sporting leg rolls and a cute double chin - I'm pretty confident that she is back to her correct curve on the growth chart! She is in size 1 or 2 diapers, and her feet are finally big enough to stay in her tiny baby shoes. 

I haven't had a chance to write about it on my blog yet, but last week I seriously hurt my knee - to the point where I couldn't walk without crutches and had to get an MRI to rule out the need for surgery.  I also have a history of blood clots and my doctor recommended aspirin to prevent that - and so I decided to wean Georgie.  I felt like it was time, since I knew she was getting hardly anything from me anyway, but it didn't make it less sad.  I nursed her to sleep one night, and held her a little longer than necessary, admiring her little eyelashes, and cute lips, and chubby cheeks...and then I put her to bed and that was that.  I had one day of minimal discomfort and that was it.  I might have cried, but we have been hanging on by a thread with nursing for months, and this felt like the right time, before it got frustrating for both of us.  

Now, on to solid foods!



Sleeping

No change, this girl is an amazing sleeper.  We'll see how it goes on vacation this month though.

Firsts

No big firsts this month!  In the month ahead we'll have first time eating solids and first vacation though, so stay tuned!

Personality

I feel like Georgie has been talking more lately.  And by "talking", I mean she hums at me a lot, especially when she's eating or tired.  I've never had a baby who hums at me so much, it's something that is distinct to Georgie. Occasionally she'll babble. She laughs most at her brothers and sisters right now - it's a chore for me to get her laughing, and I'm not sure why.  Maybe her sense of humor is maturing (ha!).  It's so cute when the kids get her laughing though - she has the best belly laugh!  She smiles at everyone, and still has a nice deep dimple in her left cheek.  



My favorite thing this month is Georgie's eyebrows.  Georgie has the most expressive happy eyebrows.  She'll smile at you and wiggle her eyebrows, and it's just the cutest, funniest thing!

When she is hungry she grabs her lower lip with her little toothless gums and sucks on her lip, and stares at me with big brown eyes.  It's adorable.  She usually only cries as a last resort (or on the occasional cranky day).  She's just such an easygoing baby overall!



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Georgie Girl,

Darling, this month has been emotional for me.  I nursed you for the last time this month.  Suddenly you look like such an older baby.  You are growing out of all your tiny clothes.  I can't stop you from growing, but there will always be a part of me that is sad to see everything that comes with your tiny babyhood go.  

This month you ended up falling asleep on me a lot, and I love it so much.  You usually start talking loudly and rubbing your face against me, and that's how I know you're tired.  Then you get really still.  Then your eyes droop closed.  I love studying your face when you sleep.  Your eyelashes spread out so perfectly on your cheeks, your lips look so squishy, and I love the weight of your little breaths.  It's one of my favorite things.  We are on the way to one year old now, and who knows how long you will fall asleep on my lap.  I'm going to enjoy every minute of it.

I love you so much, Sweetie.  The next six months will see "real" food, mobility, and a first birthday party - lots of new baby sweetness behind us, but lots of older baby fun ahead!  Onward!

Love Always,

Mama

Happy Baby - Georgie At Five Months



Well, this month's update is about two weeks late.  Whoops! My sweet girl is now well past 5 months old!

This month has felt like a bit of a whirlwind, and I'm not really sure why.  I just know that I've been exhausted with everything on our calendar and have been intentionally trying to slow down.  The last few weeks I've been telling Georgie that she's my little stress reliever, because her sweet cuddles and big smile instantly lighten my mood!  I'm so happy she's my baby.

Growth And Eating

We're still struggling along with the nursing, and my supply isn't increasing at all - but I'm hanging on, because I'm not quite ready to give it up.  She's mostly on formula now.  I'm also happy to report that she's chunked up some even since her last monthly update.  Her little legs have the hint of rolls now, and I just love her round little cheeks when she smiles!  Her hair is starting to thin - I've figured out that babies' hair reaches the peak of baldness at six months old before it starts to grow back in thicker.  She still has hair, but I can tell it's changing texture.  She is gumming everything and drooling a lot, so I feel like some teeth may poke through soon - or we may have to wait another 3 months, you never can tell.

Sleeping

I actually told Derek the other day that I feel bad for everyone in the world who does not get to be Georgie's mom (ha!) - first, because she's just so sweet and happy and delicious, and second because this baby is the most incredible sleeper I've ever heard of.  She's STILL sleeping 12 hours at night, plus a 2-hour nap during the day!  I'm getting so much sleep, I have no reason in the world to be exhausted.  When I'm tired, everyone assumes it's the baby - no, it's my own fault.  I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop...it is just so nice to have a fifth baby who sleeps!  Georgie totally spoils us.  I told her the other night that she's the kind of baby who tricks you into having a sixth!

Firsts

Shortly after Georgie's 5th month birthday, we celebrated Easter!  It was Georgie's first on the outside, and she looked pretty cute in her dress that matched all the girls.  We also put her in the gumbo seat for the first time, and sometimes she likes it, and sometimes she hates it.  No other firsts yet, but I think we'll be adding a few in the next month as we look ahead to starting solid foods.



Personality

She is still the cutest, happiest little thing!  She greets me with a smile each morning, smiles when I kiss her cheek, smiles when I talk to her.  She loves her siblings and will just grin at them if they give her any attention.  

She's obviously very easygoing (see above), but she tries to assert herself when she's hungry.  Even then, her cry is just not that loud or disruptive.  If she has to cry more than a couple of minutes before I get to her, her cries turn to this hopeless wail, like she's upset that no one ever takes her crying seriously, and it's so sad and pathetic and cute-sounding. 

She definitely likes me best right now, and will just watch me when someone else is holding her, then she grins when I finally take her back.  She likes to talk, and has the cutest little cooing voice - I'm looking forward to when she adds more consonants to her repertoire!



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Sweet Georgie,

My darling girl, you are such a blessing to me!  There have been many times over the last month when I was feeling stressed, and I sat down to feed you and your smile just melted all the chaos away.  If I look you in the eye while you are eating, you'll grin at me around your bottle and give me a cute little "hum" sound, and I just feel like laughing every time you do it.  What a joy you are! Your personality is so sweet, and I just can't wait to watch it develop more as you grow.  I thank God every day for giving you to me.  I love you, darling.

Love Always, 

Mama

A Tiny Thing - Georgie At Three Months



The last month of our lives have been rather crazy, and a lot of that craziness is surrounding my sweet Georgie Bea.

Growth And Eating

In late January I finally took in Georgie for an overdue two month checkup.  I was excited to see how much she had grown!  She seemed like such a tiny thing, I was curious to see her percentages.  Nevertheless I was still surprised to learn that she had only gained 11 ounces since her two week checkup.  

In case you are not familiar with the weight gain curves that doctors use, that is not so good!  She had dropped completely off the chart, below the first percentile.  In the week leading up to our appointment I noticed she still seemed so tiny and delicate, but she seemed healthy and content, and she was hitting all of her milestones. I honestly didn't realize she hadn't been gaining weight.  I still feel a little guilty about this.

Enter "Operation: Fatten Up Georgie".  For the next week I fed her every two hours and topped her off with formula at least twice a day.  Whatever I did seemed to work, and a week later when we went in for a weight check she was up to 10 pounds, 2 ounces at 3 months old! She's still tiny, but her weight is moving in the right direction, so that's good.  

In retrospect, I think her not gaining enough weight can be attributed to a "perfect storm" of a few different factors:

1. Georgie sleeps about 12 hours at night.  This is completely amazing for obvious reasons, but it was not helping her in the weight gain department.
2.  Because she sleeps so long at night, my supply had been dwindling.  However, this was so gradual that I didn't notice it until the last couple weeks when it became a problem.
3. My milk wasn't letting down properly.  I have five kids, and it's hard to find a quiet time to feed Georgie where we won't be interrupted.  I think this was making it hard for me to relax enough for my milk to letdown, which contributed to my supply issues.
4. On a normal day, Georgie is an extremely content baby, and she just wasn't letting me know when she was hungry.  I was feeding her at three hour intervals or so, but she needs more than that right now.  We now officially have her on a timer.

We'll have another weight check in the next couple weeks, but I am very confident that she is gaining weight happily now.  Her face has gotten notably rounder, and she even has a double chin.  She's even chubbed up since her three month pictures that I recently shared on Instagram!  Unfortunately my supply continues to dwindle, and I just don't have time or motivation to add pumping into an already packed day, so we've been giving her 2-3 bottles of formula each day.  We didn't make it as long as I wanted to with exclusively nursing this time, but c'est la vie. I'll just be happy if we can at least partially nurse until six months at this point.

As you can imagine, it's hard to keep up on things when you have five kids to take care of and one of them needs to be fed every two hours, hence why this post is late.  Aside from her weight, Georgie has been changing and growing in so many ways this month!



Sleeping

As I mentioned, Miss Georgie is an amazing sleeper!  She goes 12 hours at night, and I intend to enjoy this as much as possible.  I'm fairly confident she will stop sleeping through the night around four months because all of my babies have gone through a growth spurt at four months.  She also takes one afternoon nap during the day (having only one daytime nap is my tradeoff for a full night's sleep - I'll take it!).

Firsts

The day we found out Georgie wasn't gaining weight (January 25th), she laughed at me.  I can't tell you how comforting that was to me - right when I was beating myself up for not realizing she wasn't growing on track, she blessed me with sweet baby giggles.  It's a cute little belly-chuckle sound. She's mostly just laughed for me so far (and once for Derek), when I tickle her tummy.  I got the best video of her laughing at me repeatedly for a minute straight, and I rewatch it sometimes when I need a grin.  I just love her laugh so much!

She also discovered her hands.  One day I had her laying on the bed in my room while I got ready to go somewhere, and I looked over at her and she was just starting so intently at her hands.  I always find this phase so funny!  It's so cute to watch her little quizzical expression as she tries to figure things out.

We also celebrated our first New Year's with Georgie, and went to the stock show together for the first time as a family of 7.

She still rolls over both ways, but only occasionally.  However, she's such a strong little thing!  Her head support is pretty good for her age, and she pushes up with her arms really well when we do tummy time.



Personality

As I said, Georgie is mostly a very content baby, though since we've been feeding her every two hours she has gotten a little more vocal.  I think she finally realized she likes to eat.  She has the sweetest little grin, and she smiles much more quickly now than she did a month ago.  Her dimples are just the best thing ever!  I can also tell she's getting a little more attached to me - When someone else is holding her she will just stare at me and follow me around with her eyes.  She doesn't talk too often, but when she does it's the cutest little cooing/sighing sound.  If you want to hear her talk you have to stare right into her eyes and talk to her, and then she'll wait for a break in the conversation to coo back at you.  

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Georgiana Bea, 

You threw me for a loop this month!  I can't believe how tiny you are, but your sweet little grins and baby talk reassure me always that you are doing just fine.  You are such a happy baby! Your grins light up my whole day, and I'm a tiny bit obsessed with your dimples.  I sit with you sometimes and just try to get you to smile over and over so I can catch a glimpse of them.  And don't even get me started on your laugh.  Your baby giggle puts both your dad and me in stitches - we just can't help but laugh along with you!  What a sweet little joy you are.  I can't imagine our life or family without you, my little lady.  You live up to your name.

I love you always, 

Mama



Dimples - Georgie At Two Months



We officially have a smiling baby!

Georgie smiled a little bit at me before she turned a month old, but this month she has become a lot more generous with her smiles! Have I mentioned she has the best little dimples?  (See the smiling pictures on my Instagram!)

Growth

Georgie is supposed to go in for a two month old visit, but I haven't got it scheduled yet so I'm not sure how much she weighs.  However, she has definitely started to grow out of some of her pajamas already.  I feel like she barely got a chance to wear some of her clothes!  She's in 0-3 month clothes, but some of them are still a little too big.  My girl has long arms and legs, but she's a not chunky at all, so things are usually loose on her.

One thing that is really growing is her eyelashes!  I could see her little eyelashes when she was born, but they were blond and pretty short.  They have darkened up a lot over the last month and are probably a good quarter inch long at least!  

Her feet are still pretty tiny, so we're not in shoes yet.  She wears a size one diaper, but it's honestly still a smidge big.

Eating

She eats every three hours or so during the day, and seems to be doing really well with nursing.  I have figured out though that spicy food does not agree with her.  Whenever I eat something spicy she is so uncomfortable the next day.  It's sad!

Sleeping

Georgie is a little dream baby when it comes to sleeping.  I usually put her down between 7-8 PM, and she sleeps until anywhere from 8-10 AM.  That's right, she sometimes sleeps for 14 HOURS straight!  The blessing of this is not lost on me.  We've got to be some of the most well-rested parents of a newborn around (and when we're not, it's not because Georgie isn't sleeping). Don't worry, I know it's all going to change in another couple months.  I'm enjoying it while I can.

Firsts

Derek is sure he heard Georgie laugh at Gwendolyn the other day when she was talking to her.  I did not hear it, but it's quite possible this happened!  Georgie loves all her siblings, and I'm constantly catching her grinning and crinkling her cheeks and nose at her brothers and sisters.

Georgie also rolled from back to front twice.  How did she manage that?  Back to front is the hard one!  I don't think it was intentional, but yes, technically she rolled over this month.

We obviously also celebrated Georgie's first Christmas, which was sweet!


Personality

Since she started smiling more this month, I feel like we are starting to get a little glimpse of her personality.  She smiles easiest when you just sit there and talk to her. She loves to be talked to, and sometimes she'll coo in response!   

She usually likes to be held, but if she has her wubbanub pacifier she will lay on the couch by herself too.  She wraps her little arm around the stuffed animal part and just looks around at everything while she works on her pacifier.  If she doesn't have her wubbanub, she usually ends up sucking on her finger, or even sometimes on the corner of her own lip!  (It's pretty darn cute.)

She likes her carseat pretty well and takes nice naps whenever we have to drive somewhere in the car.  If I wear her in our wrap carrier she almost immediately falls asleep.  She likes to be snuggled close, and she likes to be warm (even though her normal body temperature runs on the high end of normal anyway). 

If she is unhappy, it's usually only when I waited too long (according to her) to get her up in the mornings.  I'll go in and apologize while I unwrap her from her swaddle, and she just looks at me and juts out her lower lip in the most pathetically cute frown you've ever seen.  She forgives me pretty quickly though!

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Dear Georgiana Bea,

My darling girl, I love this age with you so much!  You've got the adorable smiles and facial expressions, but you are still my snuggly newborn girl.  Even though our house is always busy (that's what you get when you're the fifth baby), I take any opportunity I can to just sit down and hold you.  Your tiny little body just relaxes into me, and I love it when you'll take a nap in my arms.  Your eyelashes are long enough to brush your cheeks, and I kiss your little eyes while you sleep.  I think you are getting used to the abundance of kisses now - you get them from six people in this house!

One of my favorite things about this month though was when I knew you recognized me.  I had run out somewhere, and when I got back, Daddy was holding you.  You were hungrier than expected and not a happy camper.  I came in and said your name, and your eyes locked onto my face and you jerked toward me and made this little hiccup sound.  Now darling, you love your daddy a whole bunch, but in that moment you leaned toward me! I grabbed you and you melted against my shoulder like you always do, snuggling your soft little cheek against my neck.  I think that was my favorite moment this month.  I wish I could bottle up the way it feels to hold little two-month-old you in my arms.  I love you so much, sweet girl.

Love Always,

Mama


A Snuggly Blur - Georgie's First Month



The last month has been a bit of a blur.  A snuggle-filled, exciting, exhausting blur of cuteness.

Growth

I like to think Georgie hasn't grown much at all since she was born, but I know that's not really true.  Pajamas and outfits that were roomy a month ago actually fit her now, and she's too big for a couple of her sleepers, so I know she's grown.  But when she's tucked into her little car seat she looks so tiny.  She's small enough that people are still asking when she was born, so that's comforting.

We're still squeaking by in newborn diapers, mainly because I am determined to use up our stash before letting her outgrow them (and size one diapers do actually seem big).  She passed her birth weight at her two weeks appointment, weighing in at 8 lbs, 10 oz, so I know she must be even bigger now.



Eating

She's been nursing like a champ, and I think overall this has been the easiest postpartum stage I've had so far.  Not only was recovery so easy (no bad cramping, and I didn't even tear a little bit), but Georgie and I got the hang of nursing really quickly too.  I've had no issues with breastfeeding her at all, which is a relief!

Sleeping

Everyone always asks how she sleeps, and I'd say she's tied with Clarice so far for being our best sleeper.  She went 6-7 hours at night almost immediately when we brought her home from the hospital, and did her first 8 hour stretch before she was two weeks old (!).  I wasn't really sure whether to count it since she slept from 7:00 PM to 3:00 PM, but it was still amazing.  Around four weeks old she slept through the night for real, and we've had several nights since when she slept from 8PM to 6 or 7AM!  

The trick with sleeping is to get her to actually go to sleep.  Usually one or two nights a week she will just refuse to fall asleep until after 11:00 at night, and that has been the cause of most of our sleep deprivation.  It usually happens after we threw her schedule off by being gone all day, since if she is in her carseat she is usually sleeping.  I'm a little concerned that Decembers really going to throw her off since it's such an on-the-go month with Christmas festivities, but we'll see.  If we have more time at home where she can be awake during the day, she usually goes down pretty easily.



Firsts

We celebrated her first Thanksgiving, Georgie's first holiday on the outside!  She had her first bath after her cord finally fell off and healed up (that was a longer process). I also may have gotten a first smile out of her the other night, but it was so fleeting and she hasn't done it again, so I'm not sure whether to count it.



Personality

There is only so much personality that can develop in the first month, but still, it's been interesting to get to know her better since she has been born!  She's fairly easy-going, but like most babies, she likes to be held.  She likes her swing, but she'll get upset if we leave her in it too long.  The carseat appears to be her favorite place for a nap, or possibly the couch if we are all still in the room with her.  She loves her wubbanub, and it's so cute to watch her sit there going at her pacifier with her big baby  eyes peaking out above the green rubber (I think her eyes will be brown).  Sometimes when I pull it away suddenly (or when I end a nursing session early), she'll keep her lips in a pucker and smack her tongue and lips for a few seconds, and it's just about the cutest thing in the world.

I have started to suspect that maybe she is "highly sensitive", meaning that she is more sensitive to sensory stimuli than some of my babies have been.  She likes white noise but is upset by sudden louder noises, she jerks her head whenever we kiss her face (I'm trying not to take offense), and she wails if her diaper is even a tiny bit dirty.  Her favorite outfit is this fluffy, extremely soft sleeper - whenever we put her in it she just lays there with her eyes wide open and doesn't make a peep.  We think it's because that sleeper is basically like being wrapped in a cloud, which is probably pretty calming.  I'm curious to see if her reactions to these kinds of things change as she gets bigger!  Thankfully snuggles with me have the same effect as the cloud sleeper, so I take full advantage of that.



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My Sweet Georgie Bea,

Darling, you are a month old already!  How'd you grow so fast?  (I reserve the right to say that every month.)  Sweet Girl, after surprising us and arriving earlier than expected, you have settled right into our family and routines.  The kids all love you and often ask to hold you.  I admit though that I'm reluctant to hand you over sometimes because I want to hold you myself!  You are a good little snuggler, which is a pleasant surprise because when you were still in my belly your constant kicking made me think you would be too active for much snuggling. I'm so glad I was wrong.  One of my favorite things in the world is to hold you while you're sleeping, and rub your little fingers and toes, and touch your impossibly soft hair.  I think sometimes about how at the beginning of this year I had no idea I'd be holding you at the end, and I am just so filled with gratitude to God for giving you to me.  I already can't imagine not having you here.  I love you, Georgie Bea, my girl "who brings happiness".  What a blessing you are.

Love you always,

Mama


Georgiana On The Inside


It's hard sometimes, looking back on a pregnancy and knowing it was probably your last.  My fifth pregnancy seemed a little surreal from the start, when I was surprised by the news of it, and as my belly started to get bigger, and as she kicked her little feet against my belly.  I had a hard time believing that I was really getting to do this again, grow a little life one more time.  I tried to hang on to all the details so I could remember every second, but it all went by way too fast.

I am so grateful for the accessibility of pictures now, because as I hold my beautiful, squirming, dark-haired Georgiana Bea, I can still look back at these maternity pictures too and remember that she used to be so tiny, tucked away in my belly.  This same little girl who I will get to know better and better, who I get to watch grow on the outside now - she is the same little one who grew my belly for nine months, the same one who I saw flickering on an ultrasound when she was no bigger than an aspen leaf, the same little one who turned that second line pink.

What a miracle life is, and I am so thankful that the Lord worked it out so that we could have a part in it, from shaking hands holding a pregnancy test to tiny hands holding my finger to everything the future holds for my little girl.























Thanks to my dear friend, Danae, for taking our maternity pictures again!  I was so excited we got to do it in the fall this time.  Dream maternity session during my favorite season?  Check.

First Week Solo



I have officially survived my first week alone with all five kids!

I'm not going to lie, we had a couple rough moments, but overall I think we are developing a little bit of routine to these newborn days.  Georgie has been sleeping in later than the other kids, which has worked out pretty well because then I can get everyone else up and eating breakfast, and then pump a bit before she wakes up to eat.

The kids are still pretty enamored with Georgiana, and they take any opportunity to help me with her.  Clarice especially - she scrambles around grabbing whatever she thinks I might need for Georgie, and it's adorable to see her little toddling run.

As I type this, Georgie is sitting in her swing with her polar bear wubbanub in her mouth, taking in the whole room, and Clarice is settled on my lap (yes, I'm typing while cuddling my two year old - talented, right?), and the bigger kids are playing in their rooms.  

Anyway, just to give this post some direction, let's talk about things that are making my world spin just a little smoother this week.

Maternity Pants

I think this is the first pregnancy where I did not immediately abandon maternity pants after birth.  I'm chalking it up to H&M's excellent maternity pant selection.  What can I say?  They still fit, and they don't really look like maternity pants, and the waistband helps suck my tummy in a little.

JJ Heller

Something about her music makes me just appreciate my life, even the chaotic moments.  

Coffee

No explanation needed.

My Kindle

There really isn't a better way to read books while nursing than on a Kindle.  I've finished two books this week - Strange Fire by John MacArthur (which I've been working on for a while - it was good), and The List by Siobhan Vivian (probably wouldn't recommend it - I felt like there were almost-opportunities for some solid points about beauty, but the author didn't quite make them work, and too much teenage misbehavior tarnishing it up).  Now I'm working on The Wednesday Wars, which is completely delightful so far.  It reminds me of the early seasons of The Wonder Years, and I loved that show.

Tylenol

Not for the reasons you might think, because birth-wise, this has probably been my easiest recovery yet.  No, the Tylenol is a lifesaver because sometime early this week I slept on my neck wrong, and I've been having awful neck and shoulder pain ever since.  And wouldn't you know, my chiropractor is closed this week?  So Tylenol is my friend.  Ibuprofen would be my friend (because it's better than Tylenol), but it thins your blood, and I'm already on Lovenox because of that one time when I had a deep vein thrombosis.  Doubling up on blood thinners is generally a no-no.

Meals From Friends

I am just floored by the amount of meals we received this week from my mom's group friends!  I haven't had to cook anything in nearly two weeks.  It's been glorious.

Newborn Snuggles and Paw Patrol

These usually happen simultaneously - Paw Patrol keeps my big kids occupied, and I get some quiet newborn snuggles in.  There have been some moments this week when we're all crying, but these quiet sweet moments, with soft newborn hair tickling my cheek and all five of my precious kids gathered around me - it just makes me happy to be alive.

Next up - date night!  Despite my not making it to 40 weeks for my late-pregnancy reward plan, my mom is watching the kids anyway so we can still see Murder On The Orient Express tonight!  I'll let you know if they ruin it or not (crossing my fingers...)


Georgiana's Birth Story



I don't think you can fully appreciate this birth story unless I back up a little bit and impress upon you just exactly how incredibly uncomfortable I was on October 29th.

I wrote my 38 week pregnancy update before the 29th, and I already described there how many different things were giving me pain between 37 and 38 weeks, including a round of false labor.  But when I woke up on the 29th, my discomfort had reached another level.  

I shifted to get out of bed and took a few steps to the bathroom, in pain the entire time.  I had been feeling uncomfortable first thing in the morning all week, but today the feeling just didn’t go away.  The pain was mostly in my lower back and hips, and my leg/hip joint, and the baby just felt so heavy.  It hurt to walk around the house, it hurt to climb the stairs, it even hurt to lift one leg so I could cross it over the other.  I had to use my hands to physically lift my limbs so I could cross my legs!  I couldn’t recline too far back because I could feel the baby’s head pressing against my tailbone when I reclined, but I couldn’t sit forward very comfortably with my legs together.  I was left with a less-than-ladylike exercise-ball-squat sitting position, which gets uncomfortable in itself after a while.

We decided to go to church anyway, mainly because I didn’t want to sit around the house feeling uncomfortable with nothing to do all day.  Everyone in our Sunday School class asked how I was feeling, and all I could say was that I felt so sore today.  A couple of them suggested that maybe the baby would come early, but I waved it off.  “Oh, I think we’ll end up having a 40 week baby, so I’m just trying to prepare myself!” I said.  And I really believed it.

We had a birthday party scheduled for the afternoon, but Derek encouraged me to tell our friends we couldn’t make it, and after suffering through church and the car ride home, I agreed with him.  I laid down and took a nap for an hour, which was the only relief I had all day.  Derek was so sweet and took care of the kids so I could rest and take it easy all afternoon.  I told him I really didn’t know what I was going to do the next day if I felt this uncomfortable again, because I wouldn’t even be able to take care of the kids with the way I was feeling.  He emailed his work to see if he could work from home so he could help me.

Derek tried out a new curry recipe for dinner while I rested on the couch, and that was when I started to notice some Braxton-Hicks like contractions.  The didn’t feel like real contractions, but they were more noticeable than regular Braxton-Hicks.  I figured it was more false labor, but I timed them anyway.  They came anywhere from 10-30 minutes, not consistently at all.

The kids all (surprisingly) loved the curry dinner, and we all sat at the table together to eat and do Bible time.  Derek often takes over the bedtime routine for me in the evenings during the week so I can have a break, but a little part of me was starting to wonder if I might be having the baby sooner than expected, so I wanted to be part of the whole bedtime ritual than night, just in case.  We brushed teeth, read a story, sang a song, said bedtime prayers.  I kissed all my babies goodnight, and Derek and I sat down to watch an old episode of Monk.  Actually, to be accurate, Derek sat, I laid down on my side, since that was the only comfortable position.

The contractions were still sporadic and not terribly contraction-like through the show, but I was starting to get a general feeling of unease.  I got up at one point to use the restroom, and when I laid back down on the couch, I started shivering.

I asked Derek to cover me with a blanket.  But the shivering didn’t stop.  

I told him I didn’t feel right, and I thought maybe we should call my mom and ask her to spend the night, just in case.

By the time Derek got off the phone with my mom, I was shaking uncontrollably, and it was honestly starting to freak me out a little bit.  The only other time I had experienced shaking like that during pregnancy was when I was in labor, in transition.  I couldn’t be in transition since I wasn’t even having consistent contractions, right?  It was weird enough though that I decided to call my doctor.

I told her about the contractions and the shaking that had just started.  

“Well, hmm,” she said.  “Usually women who are in labor can’t sleep through it - do you think you could sleep through the contractions?”  

“Well, I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep if this shaking doesn’t stop,” I said.  

“Why don’t you just come down to the hospital to be checked out?  You’re scaring me a little bit,” she said.  (My doctors are all very aware that I often progress quickly in labor.)

By the time I got off the phone the shaking was even more pronounced, and I was honestly starting to feel a little panicky.  This was so unlike my usual labor pattern, I really wasn’t sure what was going on.  Was I going into labor or was this just some weird pregnancy symptom?  I didn’t feel right.

I called my mom to tell her to hurry, but she didn’t pick up.  Derek started throwing a few last-minute things into our hospital bag, just in case this was really labor and we ended up staying.  I gingerly walked around the house, grabbing a couple things and getting my boots and jacket on.  Then suddenly the shaking stopped.

Derek finished packing the car and came to sit next to me, and I just burst into tears.  “I feel stupid!” I wailed (yes, wailed).  “The shaking has stopped, and we’re going to go down there, and it’s all going to be nothing!  And then we’ll have to come home and I’m still going to be this uncomfortable!”  I had tears streaming down my face while Derek rubbed my back.

My mom called, and I gave her the same teary update.  “No, you still need to go down there and figure out what this shaking thing is.  That’s not normal,” she told me.

She arrived a couple minutes later, and my mom prayed with Derek and me before we headed off to the hospital, around 9:00 PM.

Once we were in the car I was feeling less panicky, and I was talking to Derek, trying to convince myself it wasn’t a total waste of time to go to the hospital.  Derek assured me that it wasn’t a waste of time, and I needed to at least get checked. 

Within a few minutes of getting into the car I had a contraction again, and this one felt more like I remembered early labor contractions feeling (even though it was short at only 30 seconds).  I started timing again, and had contractions every 5-6 minutes all the way to the hospital.  I was relieved, because these felt like the real thing, and I finally felt like I was recognizably in early labor.  Derek told me that he had told Wyatt that we were going to the hospital to get checked out, and Wyatt had bounced around, excited that we might be having the baby.

We pulled into the hospital parking lot and waited a few minutes until my next contraction had ended before we headed in.  The nurses came down to get us, and joked that they were worried I had a baby on the side of the road again.  

My contractions stalled when we arrived at the hospital, but I was expecting this.  Typically when I’m in early labor and get up to walk around, my contractions stop (it happened the last time I gave birth too).  My nurse introduced herself and asked me to leave a sample.  I noticed a tiny streak of blood in the bathroom, which was reassuring to me that something was happening down there.  She hooked me up to the monitors and asked if I had been having any more contractions (I hadn’t, but I knew they’d start up again soon).  She checked my cervix, and I was only at a 1 cm (same as at my doctor appointment the week before).




After laying in bed for a few minutes my contractions started again and were recognizable on the monitors.  At 10:45 PM, the nurse said they would monitor me for an hour and see if I made any progress.  When she left the room, Derek and I worried about what we would do if they decided not to admit me to the hospital.  At this point we knew I was in early labor, and we certainly didn’t want to go home.  I also didn’t want to have to labor in the car and try to get admitted again.  I focused on breathing slowly and relaxing as much as possible through the contractions so they could do their job.

The nurse came to check on my around 11:45 PM and asked how I was doing.  I said that the contractions were definitely more painful now.  She said she thought they should wait and give me one more hour before they checked me, just to really make sure I had enough time to make some progress.  I was so grateful for that nurse!

Over the next 15 minutes my contractions really started to pick up in intensity.  They started hurting so much worse, with the pain concentrated heavily in my back.  It made sense to me that I would have back labor, because I had suspected that the baby was facing the wrong direction with all the pain I’d been having that day.

In my past labors, I usually have a contraction and then feel very normal until the next contraction comes.  This labor was entirely different from my usual labor experience, because the pain did not go away between contractions.  I’d have a painful contraction in my back, and then the achy, sore feeling would linger in my back and hips until the next contraction.  They say if you have back labor it helps to get on your hands and knees (and I know this is true, because it really helped when I had back labor with my third).  However, remember how much pain I was in earlier in the day when trying to walk?  I did not want to move - it hurt too much to even shift a little in the bed.

At this point, I told Derek two things:

1) I didn’t care if I hadn’t progressed at all at my next check, I was not leaving that hospital.  I was going to insist they admit me.

2)  If I had progressed a decent amount at my next check, I was requesting the epidural.  I have gone through natural labor three times, and I just decided that this time, I didn’t want to.  I knew I could do it, I didn’t have anything left to prove to myself, and I just had no desire to do the back labor thing again.  I wanted my last birth experience to not be a traumatic one, and with the way things were starting to go, I knew that a natural birth would be a little traumatizing should I go that route with this baby.  Derek was sweet and supportive, as he always is.  I am so grateful for him!  I really couldn’t ask for a better birth advocate/coach.

The nurse came to check me at 12:45 AM, and I had progressed to 4 cm!  Yes!  I could tell things could potentially move fast at this point (my labors always move quickly toward the end), and I also knew it could take an hour to get the epidural.  I asked the nurses to call the anesthesiologist right away, and they put the order in.  I also got a dose of antibiotics since I had tested Group B positive.

At this point I had Derek come and start holding my hand or tickling my arm through the contractions, because they were getting more painful as we waited.  The anesthesiologist came at 1:30 AM, and I was so grateful because the intensity of the contractions kept steadily increasing.  I gingerly shifted myself around to sit on the edge of the bed, and I had to breath through a couple contractions before they could place the epidural.  The anesthesiologist told me I was “an excellent breather”, and that it was good because if I could stay relaxed the contractions would hurt less.  I’ve got the breathing thing down after five births!

He had the epidural placed by 1:45 PM, and the contractions gradually got less painful.  My right side never got completely numb (it weirdly didn’t the last time I got an epidural either), but before long I felt so much more comfortable.  

The nurse checked me again shortly after the epidural and I was at 8 cm.  I started feeling pressure almost right away, and she called the doctor.

I remember sitting there at this time, and I felt (and saw) her kick against my belly.  I grinned, and then looked at Derek.  “Ah.  That’s probably the last time I’ll feel her kick from the inside.”  I started tearing up, and Derek came over to hold my hand.

I still had tears streaming down my face as the nurse talked to me and the doctor came in a minute later.

It was 2:00 AM at this point, and I was still at 8 cm.  The doc pulled out this scary-looking stick to break my water.  She left for a minute, but with the next contraction the pressure was even more intense, and she came back in right away.  Derek rubbed my back, and I asked if I could start pushing.  They set me back with my legs in the stirrups (such a dumb pushing position, but my legs were numb, so what can you do?), and with the next contraction, I screeched/pushed.  They say you should only feel pressure, but my epidural had only really been in place for 20 minutes, so it still hurt.

I pushed again through the next contraction, and by the next contraction her head was out.  The nurses and Derek were telling me to look down so I could maybe see her head. I glanced down, but I couldn’t see her, and I didn’t try too hard because I was still trying to push the rest of her out.  At one point I remember saying I couldn’t get her out, but in the next two pushes there she was!





At 2:21 AM I looked down, and there was my sweet baby girl, her face all scrunched up.  They handed her to me, and I just started crying because I was so happy that she was here!

She just laid on my chest with her eyes wide open and her cheeks puffed out as she gave a pouty lip.  The nurses suctioned out her mouth, and she finally let out a tiny little mewing cry!

They let me hold her for a little bit, and then took her over to the warmer to clean her up while the placenta was delivered.  They must have made her mad because she was crying pretty loudly by the time they brought her back, but it made me feel pretty special when they handed her back to me and the crying immediately stopped.  She looked up at me and I just fell in love with her again for the second time in as many minutes.






They told us she was 8 pounds, 8 ounces, and 21 inches long.  No wonder I was in so much pain!  She was about a pound heavier than my heaviest baby!  One pound apparently makes a big difference in my level of pregnancy comfort.

They asked her name, and Derek and I announced it as Georgiana Bea.  We picked Georgiana because we just thought it was a beautiful name.  We picked Bea because it means “she who brings happiness”.  I knew I wanted that in her name, because she has brought us so much happiness ever since we found out she was on the way.  Miss Georgie Bea continues to live up to her name.





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The next couple days were a bit of a blur, with a flurry of visitors, and pictures, and one annoying nurse.  But my favorite part was having the kids meet their baby sister.  Wyatt kept saying “I just really love her!”  Gwen, who has been dying to hold her for weeks, had the best grin on her face, so proud to be a big sister again!  Clyde announced that he was going to call her Georgie, and the way he says it is so darn cute.  And after some snuggles with me, Clarice plopped down on the couch and smiled so sweetly as I let her “hold” the baby!








We are all home now, and the kids are still doing great with her!  I especially think Clarice is being sweet about trying to help. When we first picked up the kids from my parents house, Clarice worked so hard to bring the car seat over to me so I could get Georgie ready to go.  Every time I come upstairs with the baby, Clarice yanks her “baby” (her favorite bear is “Baby”) out of the swing and frantically points to the swing.  “Baby Georgie here!” she says.  The other kids all are anxious to help, and the latest request is that I let them give her a bottle, so we may try to make that happen this week.  


I am loving being a mom to five kids! I am so blessed to call each of these sweet children mine, and so grateful to have Georgie here!


Wish me luck, because Derek is officially back to work now, and today is the first day on my own! 
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