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The Birth of Jude

Bradley and I laid in bed on Tuesday night, the night before we were going in to have the c-section. We were talking about the baby and this next phase of our lives were were entering. Obviously, sleep was taking its own time in coming. As we were laying there, I admitted a deep down secret that I had been harboring: I was neither dreading or anticipating meeting the baby. While I was looking forward to getting him out, I wasn’t full of the fantasy like I had been before we had Gigi. I felt like I wasn’t honoring this baby by being uber-excited and starry-eyed, full of thoughts and visions of what this was going to be like. Rather I was concerned about the impact of our Rocket Boy on our already happy family, not to mention how he would affect our daughter. Bradley admitted that he also had been feeling the same, but he was not necessarily feeling guilty about it. In his eyes, this second child was another step, another phase, and we would honor him in time. That night, we were more focused on our other baby, Guinevere, and her reaction to this new baby. How was she going to feel? What would her experience with the baby and hospital stay be?

I should have known not to worry. I should have known that the instant I heard Jude’s baby cries as he was being lifted from my womb that Bradley and I would instantly fall deeply in love with him. I should have known that Guinevere’s excitement along with her sensitive and kind nature would instantly bond herself to her brother. I should have known that our son’s nature would be calm and peaceful. I should have known. But I am getting ahead of myself…

We awoke at 6:00 AM after a good night’s sleep and hurriedly showered and dressed. We hopped in the car by 6:45 and were on our way to the hospital. We arrived, and after a brief confusing jaunt to the wrong surgery, we made our way to the triage unit and listened for the last time to our baby’s kicks and heartbeats in utero. My mom arrived as well as our caretakers for Guinevere, Michelle and Amy. Guinevere was quickly distracted by books, toys and games that my dear friends had brought for our daughter. She was so distracted that as I was taken downstairs to surgery, she could hardly kiss me goodbye quickly enough. I was relieved that she wasn’t going to spend the next few hours worried about Mommy in surgery having the baby.

Mom and Bradley got dressed in their scrubs and I made my way into surgery where I was given the spinal block. My legs were quickly asleep and I turned nauseous. When I had Guinevere’s surgery I spent the time before meeting her throwing up and crying. Dr. Dash, the anesthesiologist, gave me some medicine to counteract the nausea, and soon I was just fine. I realized that they were starting to cut me and my family wasn’t in the room yet! I called a halt and they rushed Bradley and my mom into the room. About two minutes later, I heard the suction of the amniotic fluid followed by the sweet cries of my baby. I began to cry. I forgot how tiny and quiet those first cries are. I heard laughter from the staff as they were lifting him out of me (he grabbed the clamp that had clamped the umbilical cord on the way out and wouldn’t let go) and the news that he was definitely a boy!

Then I saw him, that tiny little baby who had been living, dancing, swirling, wrestling, sword fighting and rock throwing inside me for almost a year. I saw his little hair that was stuck to his scalp, the little feet and hands, the swollen eyes… I lay there alone and weeping joyful tears as my family gathered around the bassinet to take him in. Bradley sang to him all the songs that will be his soundtrack, Hey Jude, Beautiful Boy, You’ll Be in My Heart, and even Baby Mine which is Gigi’s own baby song which we promised never to song to the new baby. Finally, wrapped and snug he was brought to me. I planted the first kiss on his round cheek. He was already asleep, his puffy little eyes closed against the bright lights in surgery. Perfect.

Dr. Banfield, all this time, was busy with my insides. He made sure that we were all for the sterilization and tied off my tubes. Both my mom and Bradley were shocked to see him pull my uterus out of my body (like stretch it out way above my body!), separate the tubes and snip and tie each side. I was surprised that they wanted to watch! No more babies for me. He closed me up. I asked to see the placenta and was surprised at how thin the membrane is that holds all of that fluid and baby! It’s also amazing that the umbilical cord is so white. Jude’s was also pretty short. Weirdly I was happy about that. He was so mobile that I had feared a long cord, that he might get is too snugly wrapped around his neck or tied in a knot. Even after he was out, I was still thinking of this!

I headed to recovery where Guinevere was supposed to join us. She timidly stepped into the room and upon seeing her brother said that he looked just like she remembered him. You see, in her sweet little memory she has decided that she remembers living up in heaven with God. She remembers looking down at all the families and choosing Bradley and me to be her parents. And she remembers her brother from heaven too. They had made a deal that she would come first and that Jude would come second. It is one of those things that she believes and who are we to refute her? So, she remembered her brother.

The nurse had Guinevere help her weigh and measure Jude who looked so tiny to me, but came up with totally average measurements of 8 pounds 5 ounces and 20 inches long! I thought he’d be on the small side! Jude received two tens for his APGAR scores. Apparently it is unusual to get a ten the first time, but because of his grabbing the clamp he scored a perfect ten both times! Jude started to cry which freaked Guinevere out. Then she heard he was getting the vitamin K shot and she was out of there! She was not interested in hearing her baby brother cry! So she headed back upstairs while we bathed the baby and nursed him for the first time. Finally I was moved to my room which would be our home for the next few days.

On Wednesday we had a lot of visitors who wanted to meet the baby. Sadly, I was pretty out of it. Tired and nauseous! I kept clearing the room by throwing up then falling asleep. I wasn’t the best hostess, but really, they were there to see the baby anyhow. During some point that day, I peeled off the blankets and took a peek at his beautiful hands and feet with those pretty purple nails. He nursed like a champ from the get-go, no latching or sucking problems at all. My milk came in a day or so later so already he is growing fatter instead of thinner. That is a great relief to me as I really struggled with nursing Guinevere. I was asleep early that night. Bradley was on diaper detail all night.

The next day I was intent on getting up and around, as that would also get us home sometime on Friday. This surgery has been much more difficult than the c-section I had with Guinevere. I am in a lot more pain this time and found standing to be difficult at first. Walking was slow and difficult also, but perseverance allowed me to shower and take a lap around the hospital. With pain medication, I’ve been doing pretty well. I needed some help getting in and out of bed, off and on the toilet, but on the whole I am doing well and recovering fine.

We have learned a few things about our Jude in the short days since he has joined us. He is incredibly content and mellow. His cry is soft and sweet and rarely heard. He looks around at things and studies pictures and faces with intention and interest. He does not like to be swaddled as he likes to have his hands free to wave around and cram into his mouth, but his hands get cold and turn purple really easy. He likes to snuggle and sleeps pretty well, allowing mom and dad at least one good four hour stretch of sleep every night. Guinevere is proud of her new status as a big sister. She likes to hold Jude and carry him. We are working on safe ways to do both!

On Friday we got to leave the hospital. We were escorted outside where we loaded the car and proceeded down the road. I began to cry. Leaving that safe little cocoon that is the hospital is difficult. We were stepping away from that last time I’ll ever have a baby, those last first cries and snuggles with a baby that I’ve carried, that safe time in the hospital where mom and baby are pampered and cared for, away from all of my childbearing. It was hard to leave, but I was also really happy to bring my boy home to start our real life as a real family of four. One adventure down, a million more to go.

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baby boy 39 Weeks

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The Littlest Littlejohn 38 Weeks

Spaceboy really plumped up. He weighs about 6.8 pounds and he’s over 19 1/2 inches long (like a leek). He has a firm grasp, which I’ll soon be able to test when you hold his hand for the first time! His organs have matured and are ready for life outside the womb.

Can you believe it?! 38 weeks. Wow. At the beginning of pregnancy, when there are a mere six weeks under the belt (literally) 40 weeks just stretches out in front of you, timeless. It’s like looking forward to Christmas in February. Inevitable, but eons away. Suddenly, it is here, upon us. And it’s not like we’re unready, we are ready, it is just unbelievable, that in ten short days our lives will be forever changed by our new littlest Littlejohn. I remember being at the end of my pregnancy with Guinevere, approaching parenthood for the first time, extremely excited and terrified of this grand new adventure. Now the mystery isn’t there so much, nor the terror, but the excitement is. I can’t wait to meet our baby.

I am feeling SO good these days! Gone (knock on wood) are the days of constant hip pain, I am not bothered by my varicose veins, I am energetic. It is all good! My belly seems gigantic, but I’m sure you would agree that a big belly in the 38th week is to be expected. It is frequently difficult to roll over at night and I need a push from Bradley sometimes to make it happen. Or for that matter, just to get out of bed! Last night I was seized with a leg cramp so strong that it woke me up. I gracelessly hopped out of bed attempting to straighten my foot and finally had to make it happen by pushing it onto the floor. My calf is still sore! That was an exciting way to start the morning!

I am also feeling quite relieved that all of my loose ends are tied up. My team competed yesterday at the regional level for Destination Imagination. It was a long, grueling day, but also really fun. For DI we begin to prepare our presentations in October and work feverishly on it until it’s over in March. A LONG project that is really fun, but I’m glad it’s over for the year and gladder yet that I was able to make it to the end without giving birth prematurely! I also got my report cards finished… Now I can get to work on Gigi’s scrapbook, Jude’s scrapbook (ultrasound pics & showers) and perhaps catch up a little on our family scrapbooks which have fallen miserably behind. I think I have yet to enter anything in them from beyond Gigi’s first birthday!

Gigi has gotten really clingy this week. Crying almost every day as I leave for work or especially if she wakes after I’ve left. She’s been asking if we will still love her after New Baby arrives. It makes me sad that she feels insecure, but this is life and she will adjust with time. I think she’s just trying to suck up as much mommy and family time as possible before the intruder comes. (not really an intruder, but he will definitely change things!)

I have five days left at work. I’ve been told in confidence to plan for the last 45 minutes as a “surprise” baby shower from my students. I really am going to miss them during the seven weeks of absence. I love these guys!

At my appt last Tuesday my doctor inquired about how serious we were about Jude being our last child. We told him 100%! He then offered to tie my tubes! Yee-Haw! I was told initially that because Providence is a catholic hospital they don’t do that, especially at the time of birth. My doc (Banfield if you’re interested, we like him lots) said PSHAW! He does them at the time of c-sections all the time, by golly! So we’re doing it! And then, i called Group Health to see how much we needed to budget for the birth and I don’t even have to pay a cent for the sterilization and my hospital bill is totally covered WITHOUT a copay! I was amazed! We are in fat city. This is all looking terribly good. Group Health often gets a bad rap, and there are sucky things about dealing with them sometimes, but I paid 10.00 at my first visit to my OB and haven’t had to pay nor will I have to pay another cent to have this baby. That is pretty amazing. And stress free. Coolio.

Ah well, TTFN. Next time I write will be the last before the baby comes. Wow. Someday, not in the near future, I want to go back through and read these weekly posts. It should be interesting…
Have a lovely week!
Tamara

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Atomic boy 37 weeks

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Space Boy 35 Weeks

Jude doesn’t have much room to maneuver now that he’s over 18 inches long and tips the scales at 5 1/4 pounds (pick up a honeydew melon). Because it’s so snug in my womb, he isn’t likely to be doing somersaults anymore (haha, try telling him that), but the number of times he kicks should remain about the same. His kidneys are fully developed now, and his liver can process some waste products. Most of his basic physical development is now complete — he’ll spend the next few weeks putting on weight.

My uterus — which was entirely tucked away inside my pelvis when I conceived — now reaches up under my ribcage. If you could peek inside my womb, you’d see that there’s more baby than amniotic fluid in there now. My ballooning uterus is crowding my other internal organs, too, causing lovely heartburn, frequent potty trips, gallbladder attacks, constipation, and simply that urgly feeling that accompanies the baby’s flips and somersaults.  Yes, he is still flipping head to tail, tail o head, and sideways.  Often these flips are quite painful as he is ginormous at this point and, really, too big to be performing acrobatic stunts like that anymore!  I am finding that food lasts a really long time anymore.  I’ll eat breakfast and not be hungry for a really long time, then suddenly be starving!  But I can’t eat too much, my stomach size is compromised and little meals are what’s called for.  I actually get sweaty if I eat too much.  I find that kind of funny. And too much isn’t a lot so it can be tricky sometimes!

We had a doctor’s appointment on Tuesday.  Everything went well.  I figured out that I lost about 12 pounds at the beginning of pregnancy and have only gained about five of those back, leaving me with a deficit of seven pounds still.  When the baby comes out and all the other gack is lost, I should be about 22 pounds down from pre-pregnancy.  I know that I am supposed to gain weight while pregnant, but I can’t help but feel a little excited that I’ll be post pregnancy weighing less than when I started.  With my current goals of weightloss, I am kind of excited and motivated to keep on with the downward trend!

We had a really nice Valentines’ Day.  I awoke to flowers and a card from Bradley and Gigi, followed up by THE party at school late in the day. It’s amazing how much students just LOVE to give and receive those silly little Valentines.  My students danced and sang to High School Musical.  Guinevere was very influenced and we spent a part of this morning dressed as a cheerleader dancing around.  That night Bradley gifted Gigi and I with new Wii games.  Raving Rabbids for her and Tomb Raider for me.  We used to play that all the time when we were first together and we have been finding it still intriguing and a fun time waster.  We had a nice night.

Today we spent tying up loose ends, driving to Ikea to buy shelves (thanks Grandpa) for the baby’s room, then to Target to buy a rug for baby’s room (again, thanks Grandpa) and finally to Grandma Sheri’s storage unit to get Bradley’s childhood dresser for the baby.  Now we are all set.  We are painting the dresser and bought new handles for the pulls.  It should be pretty cute when we’re finished.  It’s funny, Gigi has my old childhood dresser and now Jude will have Bradley’s.  Fitting.  So now all we need to do is put things together and place them in the room.  Yeah!

I am in the process of applying for my National Board Certification for next year.  It will be a big job and I’m having difficulties getting back into essay mode.  I am applying for a scholarship too.  Hopefully it will all work out.  If I am nationally certified I will be able to teach in almost every state, plus I’ll get a little pay increase which doesn’t hurt.  I am not looking forward to the process, but I have little choice.  It’s either my master’s, a year long (and lame) professional certification program, or this.  This seems to have more options long term.  But ugh!  I feel like I JUST finished school and am just getting the hang of my job.  I’m not ready to go back to school yet!

Have a super week,

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