Over the past couple years I have, on many occasions, thought of (and been told to do) a blog on Andyisms.
Andyisms: words made up by Andy, either as the result of not being able to say the actual word or as a creative means to expressing himself
First, a couple of the current Andyisms…
Nitra: special pronunciation of the in utero name given to his little sister “Nitro” still commonly used to refer to her not in utero self
Last night: used when referring to anything or any event that has happened in the past
Grabble: used randomly during play, table discussions, and many other situations. We have no idea what this means or what he is referring to when he uses this term. We now just smile and nod.
Hurse: alternative pronunciation of “horse” which he actually used correctly prior to beginning to use this term
Monkey playing ball: description of Andy’s Life is Good baseball shirt
That guy: used to refer to anything; replaceable with any noun Ex. Andy wants to move that guy. That guy = a chair.
Now for a couple past Andyisms…
Leau: water (this took us a long time to figure out)
Along the same lines is Andy’s progression of counting…
1, 2, 4, 5, 8, 9, 10
1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 15, 19
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11,12, 13, 14, 14, 19, 20
Now he is solid to 20.
And finally (for now) Imagine a guttural throat clearing noise. That is the sound that Andy’s play tractors make when driving.
Without trying very hard, we somehow have a baby that enjoys sleep and will go to sleep on her own. Andy was never like this. We basically held Andy to sleep for napping and nighttime otherwise he would fight sleep, get overtired, and make us nutty. We have been through many struggles related to sleep with Andy. We gradually were able to get him to fall asleep on his own. He did not sleep through the night until he was almost two. We had a long transition from our bed to his own.
Joey, however, is fond of her sleep. She will even put herself to sleep in a matter of minutes where ever she might be when she becomes tired.
We are constantly amazed at this trick. And grateful for it. Joey is also sleeping longer than Andy did at this age. Andy slept with us in bed for a long time and perhaps partially because he was right there in bed next to me, he would want to eat frequently at night. Joey, after putting herself to sleep on her crib mattress on the floor, will stay asleep for a good 5-6 hours. She typically eats just once at night and then just before I get out of bed.
The differences between our two littles is fascinating. Each in their own ways, they are awesome.
Finding time during the week to make note of the happenings of our daily lives… There must have been a shift. I can’t help but think that something has changed as I type this. Either that or I am forgetting something major that needs to be done. I used to spend my evenings and mornings flailing through the various tasks that needed to get done, lost in the enormity of their numbers. Now, I find myself sitting here, waiting for Andy’s light timer to come on, having finished all of my weekly assignments for my current class, checked every social media source on my iPad, and I’m thinking, “I could post a blog.” What?
This week, we made a discovery and a small purchase that I think is going to make a large difference in our satisfaction of Vermont in the summer. We, unlike nearly everyone we know here especially the transplants, are not nearly as much a fan of the summer in Vermont as we are of the other seasons. It is hot and like many/most homes here we do not have air conditioning. This makes for a long, sweaty summer. In addition, we are from Florida where swimming, the beach, pools, etc. are the focus of summer. We miss(ed) water in the summer. The lakes here barely get up to reasonable temperatures and can be sketchy to swim in ( leaches, eww). Sooooo. We purchased a small backyard pool and a season membership to Jay Peak’s Pump House (indoor water park). No, it is not the beach but it is something. We got the pool set up last week and have already used it a few times.k when the sun is out the solar cover warms it up nicely. Andy was so excited.
One day I will stop blogging about babies. That day is not today. Today I am blogging about babies and more specifically my babies and their two moms. Today is Blogging for LGBTQ Families Day 2014.
This is the 5th year that I have participated in this blogging day. A look back over the years:
This year I am typing with our newest addition, Joelle, laying across my lap. She is a bit over three months now and if you do the math you will see that as I typed last year’s post and said, “I suspect that the upcoming year will prove to be an exciting one as well” that I was keeping one major detail quiet. We had already begun to try for baby #2. We found out on June 15th (our anniversary) that we were expecting again.
Over the past five years we have gone from being two women in an unofficial relationship living in Florida to a lovely family of four living in Vermont. So many changes have occurred (mostly good ones) over the years that it is sometimes hard to remember what it was like before. This month we will celebrate five years since we said “I do.” In August, our little boy (yikes!) will turn three. In December, I will complete my Master’s Degree. Time is flying by… I am trying to savor every moment (good and bad) knowing that one day I will look back and wonder where did these teenagers come from? For now, I am happy with this age:
Until next year…
The longer I wait the more daunting the task seems to update you on the time that has passed. I have found that time is simultaneously flying by and standing still. I am torn. I find myself wishing that each moment was longer as everything seems to be speeding by leaving me lost in the daily business of be a mom. But I also am so eager to see what these two amazing little ones will become and what is in store for our family.
Joey is already smiling and interacting with people. She is getting much stronger, holding her head and body up, and nearly rolling over. She has changed so much in so little time.
Andy is my amazing little guy. He learns so much everyday. It is a joy to watch him grow.
I have returned to work and we are finding our way. It is often chaotic and we have some difficult moments but I am finding that our family is getting better everyday. And it is certainly worth it.
Apparently, posting that update last Wednesday sealed our fate. Our family of three became a family of four last Thursday morning (the 20th). Joelle Judith was born just about 12 hours after my last update. She made her entrance into this world quickly and calmly. Thank you, Joelle. The birth was amazing and completely different from our experience with Andy’s. If you are not interested in reading the very long, very detailed version of the birth story scroll to view the photos and see details below…
I woke up at about 10pm having my usual panic (that I referred to in my previous post). I got up to go to the bathroom and when I came back to the bed had a contraction that felt very different than the ones I had been having. Just a little painful but enough to keep me awake thinking about it. I decided after another few that this was different and thought about waking Ash. I did what any person in denial might do, I sat on that thought for about an hour. “Maybe I will wake her after the next one. Maybe the next one won’t be painful. Maybe they will stop all together.” But they didn’t. So at about 11:30 I finally decided I should at least give her a warning. Contractions were still far apart and irregular so I was not convinced yet that the baby was actually coming. After a short time I texted my midwife to let her know how I was feeling. She told me basically to see how things were going and call her back in an hour. She lives almost two hours from us so giving her appropriate notice was pretty important. We did not want to have an unassisted delivery. Of course, being in denial still, I kept on another two plus hours before calling her again. So at about 2:15 I called her and asked her to head our way.
I was timing contractions during the two hours that I was waiting to see if things got more intense and every time I would get mentally prepared to call her back, and therefore accept that the baby was coming, labor would slow down. After I called Kitt and told her to head over, things seemed to pick up. Now, by pick up I mean contractions got closer together and more intense. They went from being every 7-8 minutes apart to every 3-4 minutes apart almost instantly. Despite that fact, I was not at all thinking things were happening quickly. I guess denial and disbelief are becoming a common theme with this birth only in part due to the fact that I knew having the baby Thursday morning meant our midwife from Florida would miss the birth. Really I think the disbelieve about how quickly things were moving was related to the fact that I was mostly comfortable and able to breathe through the contractions easily the whole time. I sat on the sofa, helped get some stuff ready, sat on the bed, and just hung out for the next hour or so.
After we had called Kitt, Ashley and I got up and started getting things ready. She added air to the birth tub and put the liner on so it was ready to fill, got out the blankets and towels and all that stuff, and made the bed up home birth style, a.k.a. plasticky and annoying, to get ready.
As the midwifes approached I kept in touch via text and we called grandma, poor grandma, at about 3am to come over and be here for Andy in case he woke up during the birth and then to take care of him when he woke up for the day. The first of the two midwives, Angela, arrived at about 4am and then Kitt at about 4:30. They brought in their stuff and unpacked and got things ready. One if them took my blood pressure and listened to baby and everything was good. We all sat around and talked between contractions some for about an hour until I started feeling a little less like talking. I was still just sitting on the bed and breathing through contractions. I think I was waiting for the ‘real’ pain to start. I noticed that Ashley got up and was filling the tub to get it ready and thought, “Hey, that is a good idea. I am starting to get more uncomfortable so getting in the water may help with the pain.” But still not any sense of the “I’m dying and cannot do this” transition phase.
I got up and went to the bathroom and changed into my bathing suit top to get ready to get into the tub. I asked if the midwives would check me before getting in because I sort of wanted to know how much progress I was making. They were fine with that and did but then I decided I didn’t want to know after the fact. What if I was making little progress? What if this baby was still many hours from being ready? I decided to just get in the tub after the next contraction and see how it went. So I did.
I got in the tub at about 5:15 and felt much more relaxed. At this point I decided that I wanted to put my contacts in so Ashley brought them to me in the tub. After only a contraction or two in the tub I remember saying that I felt like things were slowing down and the midwives said I was just adjusting to the relation of the water etc. and not to worry. Turns out they were right about the not to worry part. I started to feel the need to push within the next few minutes and asked them if I should hold back. With Andy I felt a ton of pressure very early and before I was fully dilated. I remember the midwife then telling me that pushing to early could cause the cervix to swell and make it more difficult. I did not want that to happen and did not realize how far along things were at this point. With the next few contractions I went from slight urge to push during the contractions to feeling the crowning to delivering the head. I also felt my water break this time whereas the midwife broke my water with Andy after I had been pushing for an hour or so.
I announced when the water broke and that the head was out. I guess it was obvious but felt the need to announce it. Maybe for my own good.lol i was only in the tub about 15-20 minutes at this point. I was with it enough to stop after the head, turn around because I was sitting on my knees leaning forward, and relax to try and reduce tearing and such. This was something that Ashley and I had talked about ahead of time because with Andy, I was so over the pushing that I rushed the shoulders out and paid the price later in number of stitches. This time I waited and the shoulders and the rest just slid right out on the next contraction. I reached down and pulled this little girl out of the water and onto my chest.
The whole experience was very surreal in part because it was so fast and in part because it was exactly how I wanted it to go. Kitt got the cord ready when it was time and Ashley cut it.
After the placenta decided to finally come out, I took a quick shower, and the midwives got everything cleaned up, they did their checks on baby Nitro and weighed her…
Of course, I must include a photo of Andy meeting his little sister for the first time. He was such a sweet big brother, even if he didn’t want to hold her…
Joelle Judith was born February 20, 2014 at 5:51am, weighing 7lbs. 7 oz. and 20 inches long.
At just over a week now we are all doing well and will update as frequently as possible!
Looking for an update? Still pregnant. But happy about it.
As the “due date” rapidly approaches we are glad that this little one is still cooking. We are awaiting the arrival of our friend/midwife from Florida who delivered Andy. We really want her to be here for the birth. Of course, we have back up midwifes here that will attend the birth also so we are technically ready at anytime.
Sleeping at night has become less of a thing I do. That is not to say that I am sleeping during the day or any other time for that matter. “I am awake. But why? Do I have to pee? Easy to answer that these days… Am I in labor? Oh no! What if I am? Please stay in there a bit longer!” This has been my nearly nightly panic which is followed by lying awake in bed waiting to calm down enough to go back to sleep. Only to repeat this process every two hours. I don’t remember the panic last time but I do remember the every two hours part when it got towards the end. Some ridiculous attempt to begin preparing you for the soon-to-come sleepless nights.
In a related note, I have been drinking tons of water to try and stay well hydrated and hopefully prevent any early contractions from turning into more. So far, the baby is still on the inside so it has worked however the side effect of peeing every two minutes is a downer. Driving to a meeting for work today about an hour and a half away I had to stop at the most ridiculous place and go in searching for a bathroom. Luckily, they took pity on the very pregnant woman begging for a toilet and let me use their employee restroom.
These complaints are not to say that I am fed up with being pregnant or that I am in a constant state of discomfort, just that those moments are becoming more frequent signaling that the shift is approaching. For the moment we are enjoying our family of three. We will soon be a family of four and things will be crazy and for the moment spending time just the three of us is nice. This morning we went outside and spent time playing in the snow, shoveling, and building a snow fort/tunnel. So much fun.
Perhaps the next update will be the big one…? We shall see.