Saturday, January 30, 2010

Welcome to the World, Baby!

Birth story to follow - in the meantime here are a few pictures of our little wonder girl.




Meeting the brothers for the first time:


Things went a little fast towards the end, so for the first few days, we affectionately named baby "smushy face." L thought that was the best of our naming options and voted to keep it.


As she has become much less smushy-faced over the past few days, we did choose to go with a different name. We wanted to name her after two of the most formidable women we know, but as neither of their names were very user-friendly, we ended up chosing names with the same initials instead (- and thus inadvertently included one more great-great grandmother in the mix...This great lady happened to be pretty cool too, from what we hear, so we are happy she shares a name with our babe.)
Baby SG is named for her father's maternal grandmother, Sylvia and her mother's maternal grandmother Gizela. We hope they are pleased.

We are totally in love with SG and are so grateful she is now part of our family!!

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Patience is a Virtue...

I understand why patience is a virtue. I understand why it is important for humans in general and myself in particular to learn to possess patience; to be able to temper my wants and needs in a world that touts self-gratification. I understand, that I will be a much happier and more well-balanced person if I await rewards/ events/ resolution with patience as opposed to temper tantrums.
With that said, my back hurts. And I am tired. So if stomping my feet and crying would speed up the process of labor, I totally would. But jumping up and down screaming is only going to make my back hurt more, so I am trying to virtuously convince myself that I want to be patient. It's not really working.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

A Beautiful Kind of Limbo

The last few weeks of pregnancy seem to be an exercise in patience. When you are five/ six weeks away from your due date you go about your business without much thought. When you are two weeks away, every little stomach gurgle makes you pause and wonder "is this it? Is it happening? Will today be the day?!?"

This happens even if you are not trying to - or actively trying not to be over-anxious about the timing of labor. I must admit - of course I am anxious to meet my baby. And I am excited to be reacquainted with my feet. To be able to turn over in bed without needing a crane, or to run downstairs to get the phone without needing an oxygen tank. (I could also do without people's running commentary on how large my stomach is. I am 5'3", everyone - there is only that much space in my torso before I have to build out...) I am eager to hold my baby in my arms, to be done with the waiting game and move on with this new, exciting phase of our lives.

At the same time, I understand how precious these last few weeks are; like a quiet before the storm. I appreciate being able to take a nap still, while the boys watch a show, or being able to snuggle with them without having to worry about a crying baby. And granted, I am terrified of switching from man-to-man defense to zone defense. (I can't believe I just used a sports metaphor...What has happened to me?!) Suddenly we will be a family of five - the thought of which, makes me practically dizzy. Just like the sports metaphors, I feel like this adult life sort of snuck up on me. Don't get me wrong; I love it - it's just that sometimes my brain is still trying to catch up to the fact that I am no longer a carefree 18 year old. I wouldn't even want to go back to being 18, if I could - this current chapter of our adventure story is too great for that. It just seems like such a quick read!

This little one will turn our lives upside down and it's such an incredible, fascinating, frightening and and beautiful event. With my toes at the edge of the open plane door, and the wind whipping at my face and hair, I am waiting for the right altitude to jump.
Are we there yet?

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Christmas Eve 2009

Our traditional Christmas Eve celebration is with dear family friends and this year was a wonderful low-key evening with incredible food (as always!). What a blessing it is, to have traditions that the kids will (hopefully) remember for years to come.

Making cookies for Santa before we left:



Quiet and not so quiet moments:




Leaving out cookies for Santa - you know he needs that snack in between deliveries!


The kids (and I) were knackered by the time they went to bed around ten, but it was such a magical evening -- I can't think of many things that center me and give me joy as much as seeing the light in my children's eyes in anticipation (and enjoyment) of family and holiday celebrations.
For the record, Santa did come that evening - and he enjoyed his cookies.