another, another pic

another picture. This one shows how exhausted Marty is and how unkempt he has become (I think I'm there too) ;)

Another pic

Here is Ezekiel being a little smooshface. We had sort of a rough night again last night. As he is a partial breastfed baby (the rest of his milk is pumped from me but not directly from the breast) he has to eat a "certain way" - meaning, he can't just lay back and enjoy the drip-drip-drip of milk from the bottle into his mouth. He has to sit semi-upright and work for it; otherwise, he gets lazy with his suck and he can't latch on. So, last night we went to my mom's and I was all together happy to let people take turns feeding him. I forgot to mention his eating style though. What this meant, was last night he just wanted the milk to dribble into his milk (and since breastmilk gets digested within 2 hours of eating it, he wasn't getting enough milk to satisfy his hunger....so we would have to start all over 15 minutes later). This meant a real lack of sleep for us. After his doc appt today - in which he met with the utterly fabulous Dr. Tony - we came home and I fell asleep. Marty (being Marty) took Ezekiel and entertained him for 2 hours so I could completely crashed. They took a "nature walk" through the apartment looking at the sights, played some video games, and did some serious hanging out.

Pumpkin Pie

Well, I've been discharged from the hospital but Ezekiel is still there. Talk about tough. He is a little trooper though - well, he is a little Big Trooper weighing in at a beefing 8lbs, 8oz.

Labor was as tough as everyone says. Mine was medically induced for 24 hours of hard labor w/out drugs as the doctor tried TWELVE times to get a spinal in me but all I got out of the deal was pain and bruising all up and down my spine. After 24 hours of labor, 8 cm of dialation, and tons of frustration, they realized that little Ezekiel was positioned in an inverted breach crazy position where at least his head was in the birth canal but there was no way I was going to be able to deliver him naturally. So, they did an emergency c-section with some local anethesia that still allowed me to feel my organs being plopped onto my chest. Then I heard E. cry. Then, I saw him being carried across the room in Marty's arms and every hurt flew away. I got to give him about 4 minutes of kisses, then he had to leave and I had to go to recovery for about 4 hours. It was so awesome to go upstairs and meet him and hold him though!!!

We are heading back in as they are going to board us while Ezekiel is still there..but here are a couple of pics.

Marty and Ezekiel yesterday; notice how yellow Ezekiel is.

finally..well, almost

Next week I'm going to be a mom. I keep going into these panics and being like 'wait, wait! I'm not ready. I just got married! I like being just a couple. I enjoy my freedom. I'm too young, I'm just a kid myself!' Then I'm like..wait...I've been happily married for almost 7 years; we are a good, strong couple and a baby isn't going to ruin that; we tried for this....for years...and I'm not young or a kid anymore (actually, I'm pretty old to be starting out on this). Thank goodness for Marty being rational. When I get really bad, he manages to squeeze in behind me in the bathtub, wash my back and talk me through my panic.

ahhh, there you are!

Today, at our ultrasound, we found out that he weighs 4 lbs, 5 oz! Up a full pound in the last two weeks.

sometimes, people are incredible

So I thought that next weekend was my babyshower. My mom was really upfront about it, telling me that she wasn't even going to bother trying to make it a surprise.

My mom is a liar!

Today, she and I were supposed to go to Portland to pick out my co-sleeper. We get on the turnpike when she "realizes" that she forgot her wallet. So, we have to turn around and make the long journey back to Buckfield. When we got to her house, I noticed all of the cars parked up the side of the street - I thought something had happened to her husband (although, she didn't seem overly concerned). It actually took getting out of the car and seeing Marty (who supposedly went into work early today) walking towards me while all the kids hollared "surprise!" to realize that I had been bamboozled and that my babyshower was TODAY! (thank goodness I took the time to shower!)

It was amazing!!! So many thoughtful gifts and so many people! We barely have anything left to get - just crib sheets, a car seat bunting, a boppy and that is about it (I think....of course, I would have forgotten some of the very basic things that we got today). So many thanks to everyone there - I love you all, and I know Baby Z will be better for just knowing you!

24 Weeks

I'm in love with being pregnant. I love knowing that there is a little human that is part of me and Marty growing in my body. I love knowing that I've hit the time of viability (although, I tell the baby every night to keep hanging in there - every day that goes by is one more day for him to get strong so he can survive out here). I love when Marty talks to my belly and the baby pushes to get closer to him. I especially love when Marty gets kicked in the chin by a flying fist/foot/knee/head - I think we can safely call the tyke Baby Blade. It seems wierd that in 3 months my uterus is going to be empty again. Marty keeps telling me that it won't be sad - that I'll have our little boy to hold. It is hard to explain the feeling that comes with having a baby inside of me - I never knew this, but I honestly do not think that you can be closer to a person then a mother is with her infant when carrying him/her.

Still no name for Baby Blade though.....