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{TWO Fabulous} Minnie Mouse 2nd Birthday Party

In the blink of an eye… Claire is TWO!

Claire loves Minnie Mouse, so we celebrated her second birthday with a small Minnie Mouse-themed birthday party at our house.

Can I eat one now?

Last year, for her fabulous flamingo first birthday party, we made most of the decorations. This year, I ordered the main things off of Etsy! It was so much less overwhelming, and came out super cute!

The “Happy Birthday” banner came from Etsy, although apparently the store I got it from no longer exists. I love that it has the Disney font, and the colors were perfect.


I also got Claire’s super cute, personalized shirt from Etsy. It came from a different store but matched perfectly with her banner and the cups (I didn’t get a good picture of those) that I ordered.

This party was so much fun to plan. Since we had it at our house (and Claire is only 2…) we wanted to keep it small and invited family and a couple of friends. But that didn’t stop me from having fun with the food!

Pinterest has a ton of great ideas for kids’ birthday parties (like I needed another reason to devote all my time to scrolling through pins), so I found a bunch of ideas and saved them to a Minnie Mouse birthday party board. The food was pretty simple, but it was a hit! {I got the designs for the food place cards off Etsy too!}

Donald's Donut Holes

Donald’s Donut Holes were devoured. I got up at 6:00 that Saturday morning to go to a local donut shop for those.

Goofy's Goldfish

Goofy’s Goldfish were almost all gone. Claire loves gold fish. I got the multi-colored version to make it extra special.

Daisy's Garden Veggies

Daisy’s Garden Veggies were delicious … it was just some carrots, celery, broccoli and cucumbers that I got fresh from Publix. With ranch dressing of course!

Figaro's Fancy Fruit

And Figaro’s Fancy Fruit added some more healthy bites to the spread.

Clubhouse Chicken Nuggets

Clubhouse Chicken Nuggets were clearly craved, as not one was left! The chicken nuggets and fruit came from Chick-fil-a (duh).

Mickey's Mac & Cheese

And, of course, we had to have Mickey’s Mac & Cheese, as that is Claire’s favorite food.

Tickle Me Pink Lemonade

We washed it all down with Tickle Me Pink punch. This was raspberry lemonade from Publix.

Oreos - aka Minnie ears

For those of us with a sweet tooth, we had some oreos. But the star of the show was…

Minnie's Amazing Cupcakes

Minnie’s Amazing Cupcakes! Baked by moi, but decorated with the help of a talented friend.

Claire and everyone had a great time swimming in the pool, eating the yummy food … and opening presents, of course!


Then, it was time to eat cupcakes!

This is fun!

All in all, a great birthday party for a great little girl.



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9 Months!

Wow, Claire is already 9 months old. And boy has she grown a lot!

Height: 26.5 inches
Weight: 20 lbs (!)

First Easter

Going to Easter Service I LOVE Christmas, and I loved Christmas with Claire. But Easter was absolutely wonderful this year. Claire was able to really play with toys and have fun with her basket, and she is so much more expressive now, even though she’s always been very expressive. But even with all of the toys, she loved the tags the most. 🙂

Loves her toys, but loves the tags more Easter Sunday

One of her favorite Easter presents was a puzzle with her name. I got it on Zulily. 🙂 She loves to take out the pieces… and then put them in her mouth!

Eating her Puzzle

Standing up

Since Claire started army crawling everywhere, we decided we need to get her a big playpen for the living room. It’s hard to keep up with a mobile baby! Well, a couple days after we started using it, she pulled herself up to standing!

First time she pulled herself up to standing!

It was one afternoon, and I put Claire in the playpen while I was cleaning up the kitchen. She crawled over to the side to see me, and started grabbing the sides with her fingers. I watched as she slowly pulled herself up onto her knees and then to her feet. It was incredible!

Eating & self-feeding

Claire has been grabbing onto her bottles with both hands for a while now, but all of sudden she decided she wanted to feed herself. I feel like I should be sad about this, but I’m so proud to see her developing and becoming more independent … and it’s so much easier. I can get work done while she’s taking a bottle rather than having to take a break.

Feeding herself a bottle

She’s still eating purees, and she’s loving it! Fruits are her favorite, but she’s also taking to meat and veggies more.

Claire knows when we’re getting ready to feed her solid foods. We put her in her chair, and she watches us intently as we get her purees ready! She anticipates it, too, kicking her legs and putting her arms up. She’s so funny!

Meal times are also some of her happiest times. It’s easy to make her laugh and get smiles 🙂

First ballet class

This past month, Claire also got to come to a ballet class with me! I had just one 1-hour ballet class to teach, and for some reason there was an issue with her grandparents watching her, so I decided to just take her with me.

I didn’t snap any pics (dang it!) but my students loved seeing Claire in person, and she seemed to enjoy being in the studio — and watching the girls dance! She fed herself a bottle at the beginning of class, and then she started crawling all over the studio. I would let her roam as long as she wasn’t getting in the dancers’ way, but I did pick her up and execute a ronde de jambe en l’air while I was holding her! My students were amazed! Claire didn’t fuss at all, but I don’t think I’ll be taking her with me every week. 😉

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One Month!

Yesterday, Claire turned one month old! We went to the pediatrician first thing this morning for her one-month appointment.

  • Weight: 9.6 lbs — up from 7.2 at her first check-up when she was 5 days old! She was 7 lbs even when we left the hospital after being born at 7 lbs 3.3 oz.
  • Length: 20.25 inches — she’s grown 3/4 of an inch!
  • Head: 15 inches — up from 13.5 at her first check-up!

The doctor said everything looks great — she’s growing well, she’s alert, and she seems to know the difference between night and day.

Outings + adventures

Most of Claire’s first month was spent snuggling with family — especially her grandma and great grandma! But she’s already been out and about to a lot of places. Flower child The first place we took her was to the pediatrician when she was 5 days old. I’ve also taken her to my grandma’s house a few times. Other places:

  • First restaurant: Pita Pit. David and I have also taken her to Pepito’s and Panera Bread, and my grandma and I have taken her to Captain D’s and Logan’s. I took her to Smash Burger and Yogurt Mountain myself to meet my friend Melody. And David’s family and I took her to Tucker Duke’s for my birthday dinner!
  • First store: Target. She’s also been to Publix.
  • We took her to the 9a.m. church service when she was 2 weeks old. We didn’t go into the sanctuary until after the worship, but she got a little fussy during the message and David had to take her out. We haven’t been back yet.

We’ve also given Claire a few baths! She didn’t really care for the two sponge baths we gave her before her umbilical cord stump fell, but after that she’s seemed to enjoy the warm water! Splish splash


Over the past couple of weeks, Claire has loved studying people’s faces. Her eyes lock on to whoever is holding her (if she’s awake). She also loves watching the ceiling fan and looking up at lights.

When's lunch?She’s also quite fond of studying her surroundings. A few weeks ago when I started taking Claire out myself (she was about 2 weeks old), I attached some “dangly” toys on her car seat carrier. She didn’t really notice them until one evening maybe a week later when David and I went to Chick-fil-a for dinner. Her eyes latched on to those two colorful toys! I then added a couple of toys to her bassinet – a dog chime and a ballerina doll. She loves to look up at the ballerina doll! Is that my bottle?

She makes so many different facial expressions, and her big eyes are so expressive. She has long, full eyelashes and perfect little eyebrows.

IMG_2427Tongue out. Don't care.

Claire loves being put on her stomach on her soft unicorn mat or giraffe mat. She hasn’t been quite ready for the activity gym yet. But when we do put on her tummy she lifts her head up and can turn it to the other side. She was trying to lift her head the night she was born! And when she’s laying on your chest she loves to lift her head and look up at you and around her. Pink overload

Sleeping + Eating

Right now, little miss spends her days eating, sleeping, and staring at faces! She sleeps well during the night — about 4-5 hours at a stretch. We usually feed her between 9-9:30, and she sleeps until 1:30 or 2:30. She goes right back to bed and wakes up around 4:30-5. Occasionally this doesn’t happen. 🙂 But on my birthday night, she slept from around 9 until 4:30! I’m debating between the Babywise and Moms on Call schedule for when I go back to work, but for now we’re good. Did I mention she has an epic yawn that is exactly like her daddy’s?! Big yawn.

Being this cute is exhaustingShe’s also a champion eater. She loves gulping down her bottle and eats between 3-4 oz at a time, usually every 2-3 hours during the day. And don’t make her wait for a bottle! She gets “hangry” 🙂 She is definitely at her most fussy when she’s ready for her next meal. She comes by that honestly, though, as David and I both love our food.wahh!
New parent education

I read a lot of articles during pregnancy and since Claire was born, and the one piece of advice that is undisputed is to enjoy this newborn phase! Yes, it’s a radical change bringing a newborn home, and yes, you have no real idea of what it will be like until you do it, but it’s such a sweet time. I love when Claire snuggles up to me. One of my favorite moments in the hospital was when she was fussy because of the antibiotics she was put on, but as soon as the nurse put her on my chest she went immediately to sleep — and she even wrapped her little arms around me like she was trying to give me a hug! Babies really do change so much, and you only get this time once so enjoy it!

I also read a lot about dogs and new babies, and I was a little worried about how Charlie, our first child ;), would react. But he loves his human sister and is very protective! He was so excited the first time he laid eyes on her. And for the first week or so, he would jump up anytime she started to cry (he’s gotten over that). He does love to sniff her and wants to give her kisses, but he’s learned to keep a little distance.

Charlie watching Claire

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Claire’s Birth Story

Our daughter Claire was born on July 16, 2015, at 9:05 PM Central time, weighing 7 lbs 3.3 oz and measuring 19.5 inches long. Here’s the story of how she entered the world.

It's a girl!The weeks leading up to “D-Day” During the last month of pregnancy, you’re typically supposed to go to the OB/GYN every week. My doctor was on vacation, and then had backed-up appointments, so I went about 3 weeks in June without an appointment. Thankfully, my pregnancy was normal with no complications, so there were no issues that we needed to monitor.

I went in for an appointment on Tuesday, June 30. The nurse took my blood pressure, listened to the baby’s heart beat, and checked my urine. All good. Then Dr. Whitlock came in and did an cervical exam for the first time. I was not a fan. She said I was 1 centimeter dilated. At this point, I was about 2 weeks away from my due date (July 15), so we were getting close anyway, but being dilated made it real that a baby was going to come out soon!

That afternoon, I taught my last dance classes for the summer, and I was moderately freaked out by the dilation news. I told one of the studio owners and a fellow teacher that I was dilated, and they had to tell me to “stop rubbing your hands together!” because I was getting nervous!

The next week, I went to lunch with my friend Melody before my afternoon appointment. It was nice to talk over Cracker Barrel and get my mind off of work and baby preparations. That day’s appointment was similar to the last — nurse checked my blood pressure, listened to the baby’s heart beat, and checked my urine. The doctor did a cervical check and said I was now 2 centimeters dilated, but that the cervix was “still pretty thick.” This time I was about a week and a half away from “D-Day,” so I asked her what would happen if I came in for my appointment the following week and things weren’t progressing. She said she doesn’t like to let her patients go a week past their due date, but that two weeks past was the absolute max I could go. That meant the “drop-dead date” was July 29. So we potentially would discuss induction, if I didn’t go into labor before then. She ended the appointment by saying, “see you next week, if not sooner!” That added to my building “freak out.”

I always called David after my appointments to let him know how they went. At this point, since he wasn’t in the room with me, he was still pretty calm and hadn’t gotten to the realization of “this baby is actually going to be here soon — like in a couple of weeks, if that” that I was now at. That is, until…

Scheduled D-Day My last prenatal appointment was on Tuesday, July 14 – one day before my due date. It was the same as before – nurse checked my BP, listened to baby’s heart beat, and checked my urine. This time, the cervical check showed I was still at 2 centimeters. So I asked Dr. Whitlock, “what now?”

She again explained that she doesn’t like to let patients go 1 week past their due date, and she asked if hubby and I had discussed induction. We had briefly, and I explained that we weren’t opposed to it, and that I had actually told David that I would almost prefer a scheduled induction so I would know when baby was going to come (it’s the scheduler in me). She agreed that this was the “worst waiting game in the world,” and offered to call the hospital to see if any openings for a scheduled induction were available. She asked if I preferred this Thursday (as in 2 days from now) or sometime next week. I said “probably next week,” and she was out the door to make the call.

When she came back, she said the hospital had no openings next week, but they did have an opening on Thursday, so she put me down for that one. She explained that what often happens is people who are scheduled for inductions go into labor before then and so their spots would open up. I could either take Thursday, or wait and see. At this point, I was still really scared and anxious about giving birth, but I was tired of waiting and worrying that I would miss the labor signs or that we’d get stuck in traffic or… whatever else. So I said, “I’ll keep the Thursday appointment.” Also, that ensured that Dr. Whitlock would be the delivering OB/GYN as that was her “on call” day (the doctors take turns being “on call” at the hospital, so I potentially would have had a stranger deliver our baby if I went into labor naturally).

David was in court after my appointment, and I knew that if I called him he’d duck out and answer even if he was in the middle of something. So I texted, “call me when you can.” I sat in my car trying to process what was happening — yes we’d had months to prepare, but in two days we’d be in the hospital to have a baby. What?! And so my freak out increased.

David called a few minutes later and I explained what happened. This time, he had the same reaction I did — a freak out moment. I told him we didn’t have to keep the Thursday appointment, so he said we could talk about it later that night after work. That night, I requested Pepito’s for dinner. We both decided that we should keep the Thursday appointment, especially since I had said previously that I’d prefer a scheduled induction (be careful what you wish for!). That meant we had one more day before baby…

The Day Before On Wednesday, I was “go go go” the entire day. Charlie and I went on our morning walk. I had work projects to wrap up, and I let my boss, colleagues, and team know that I would officially be starting maternity leave the next day. I cleaned the ENTIRE house — vacuumed, mopped, clean all 3 bathrooms including the toilets, scrubbed the kitchen, dusted — you name it, I did it.

I took Charlie on a car ride to Chick-fil-a to pick up lunch. There were conference calls and laundry and a hospital bag to finish packing. I already had food in the freezer and had stocked up on things like toilet paper, coffee and the like. David worked, of course, and then he had a haircut appointment right after that. He then had to go to Miramar Beach for a church safety team meeting. I knew he wouldn’t be home until around 8:30 or 9, so after I was sufficiently satisfied with the housework and “work work” that I had finished, I hopped in the pool to relax around 4:30. I read and just enjoyed lounging by myself. After my pool time, I took a shower and headed to the nail salon for a manicure. Then I swung by Panda Express to pick up dinner. I took it back home and ate on the couch with Charlie and watched some “girly” TV.

David got home around 8:30 with a Chick-fil-a cookies & cream milkshake in hand. He also had stopped by Wal-mart to pick up tennis balls (recommended by our childbirth class). The rest of the night we finished packing our hospital bags, watched TV, and tried to “relax” before it was time to leave…

Checking in We had to be at the hospital at 12:30 AM on Thursday (so really Wednesday night). We left the house around 11:30 PM, and the drive over the Midbay Bridge and through Destin was easy and peaceful. The only hiccup was that David wanted coffee, but the McDonald’s were closed and he didn’t trust Whataburger. I tried not to get psyched up about what was about to happen, but rather just enjoy the last moments with just me and David.

Finally, we arrived at the hospital. As soon as I stepped out of the car, I started shaking with nervousness. We headed in, the guard explained to us where to go, and we got buzzed in to the Family Birth Place. We filled out some paperwork and were taken to a labor and delivery room. Some nurses came in and I got changed into the hospital gown and hooked up to an IV — which was by far the most painful part of the labor process (not the delivery, though!). They also attached fetal monitors and a blood pressure machine. I signed out a bazillion more consent forms — do we want baby to get her Hep B shot now? Do I want to get my Tdap shot? And many others. They also started a very small amount of Pitocin to bring on the contractions. Then the waiting game began.

We were told to rest that night, but of course I had to go pee 3 times — and it was such a pain to drag that IV machine with me every time. But that was just the first of many “oh well it is what it is” things. David’s parents and brother arrived around 3 AM and we all just tried to rest while we waited.

Needles and fire alarms  Around 6:30 AM, the nurse and Dr. Whitlock’s resident came in to do a cervical check. David and his family left the room — his parents went to get breakfast and David went to Starbucks to get some much-needed coffee! This time I was about 3 centimeters dilated — after having contractions all night! We were in for a long day.

Then, around 7:30 AM, Dr. Whitlock came in to break my bag of waters. She said that “changes the ball game” and encouraged me to go ahead and get the epidural soon. I told the nurse I wanted to go ahead and put my name on the list since it can take a while for the nurse anesthetist to get to you. A little while later, the nurse anesthetist came in to do the epidural. She asked if I had watched the video in the doctor’s office — I had — and I had to sign a consent form. David stayed in the room with me, but his family left. I got in position — sitting Indian-style on the bed with my back curved.

Just as we were getting ready to start, the fire alarm started going off. It was a false alarm caused by the construction that the Family Birth Place was undergoing, but it didn’t help the situation! Also, the telemetry machines monitoring the fetal heart beat stopped working so the nurse had to try using a portable machine. The way I was positioned made it difficult for her to get the heart beat, so between the nurse not being able to get the baby’s heart beat and the fire alarms going off, I wasn’t exactly in a calm state during the epidural procedure. But still, it didn’t hurt! Like I said before, the IV was the worst part.

However, it took the anesthetist three – three! – tries to get the epidural catheter in place. She had to try between different vertebrae because she couldn’t get it in position. Of course, I wasn’t exactly “in the zone” with all of the distractions, but I finally took a deep breath, curved my back, and the epidural was one.

The warmth began. After that, I had to get a catheter and was bed-bound for the rest of the day. I never really felt a contraction until delivery time.

Ice chips and popsicles I spent the rest of the day being moved from one side to the other — the nurse would lay me on my left side and put my right leg in the left stirrup, and then a couple hours later we’d move to the other side. Occasionally I’d get to lay on my back. I would nap here and there, and just enjoy the comfort I was in. I couldn’t eat, but I had a seemingly endless supply of ice chips to “snack on.” The nurse also offered a popsicle which I jumped at. Meanwhile, David, his mom and brother spent the morning playing rummy while David’s dad did some work (free wifi!). They played for something like 5 hours straight!

Every couple of hours the nurse or resident would come do a cervical check. I was progressing about 1 centimeter every two hours. 10 is the magic number and I had started the morning at 3, so it seemed like slow progression — but it was still progress! The nurse also gradually increased the pitocin. Thankfully, every time they did a cervical check the family left the room — and around lunch time, they decided to go to the cafeteria. David was going to stay with me, but I told him to get out! He had been up for something like 30 hours at this point and he needed fresh air. I also wanted a moment to myself.

After they came back from lunch, it was family nap time. Everyone took a little nap. Things continued through the afternoon until around 5 PM when Dr. Whitlock came in to do a cervical check and said “you’re ready to push!”

Practice run I had gone from 5 or 6 centimeters to 10 in what seemed like 10 minutes (it was really a couple of hours).  Because it was my first time, Dr. Whitlock said she wanted to let me “labor down” a little, and she told me to let them know when I felt constant pressure. This news, of course, freaked me out again, as I realized I had no idea what it meant to “push.” They didn’t go over that in the childbirth class. I started shaking again and felt really cold, so the nurse put blankets around me to make me more comfortable. I was feeling pressure, and watched the clock. I told my mother-in-law that I was feeling the pressure so she went to tell the nurse.

It was a little after 5 PM. The next thing I knew, the family except for David was out and a NASCAR-like setup was happening — the bed was being transitioned to a delivery table, stations were being set up, all kinds of people were coming in. The nurse who had been with me all day was trying to tell me not to be afraid to defecate … it was all a blur. The nurse asked if we wanted a mirror to see the delivery (we both replied with an emphatic “no!”), and I let Dr. Whitlock know that David did not want to cut the cord. David also told the nurses that we wanted the baby cleaned before they gave her to us — we didn’t want her put on my chest immediately after delivery for “skin to skin.” It became quite apparent to the doctor and the staff that David was not interested in “seeing” anything!

Dr. Whitlock also asked me what one thing I had been craving all day that I wanted after delivery. Dr. Pepper! Crazy enough, but every time I got a new cup of ice I kept thinking how good Dr. Pepper would be with it.

Everything was ready, and a contraction come on, so I started to push. However, this turned out to be a practice run. I pushed 3 times — and I was getting the hang of it (I didn’t know you were supposed to hold your breath as you pushed) — when the doctor said she thought I still had a lot of pushing to do, so she wanted to let me continue to “labor down” for a couple more hours rather than let me push for hours on end. I was grateful. So, everything and everyone disappeared.

At this point, I really just wanted to rest so David told his family and my family who had showed up just as everyone was leaving that I was asleep and they needed to wait in the waiting room. I also was starting to feel a lot of back pain — the epidural was wearing off! Thankfully we had a magic button to give me more. The reason I felt the back labor was because the baby was “sunny side up” — her face was facing up instead of down so her back was pressure on my back. The nurse and doctor had realized this during a cervical check when they felt what seemed like a forehead bone. This is one of the reasons I had a lot more “pushing” to do.

Thankfully, the day nurse was still there for another our so she reassured me that I was a “good pusher” but that it would be more difficult to deliver the baby in that position, and that if the baby stayed in that position it might have a cone forehead — like a unicorn! 😉 Since David and I were the only ones in the room, the nurse helped me get into “hands and knees” position to try to get the baby to turn. It also made my back feel better! I stayed in that position for a few minutes, and then she put me back on my back to rest and labor for a little while longer. She gave me another popsicle (red this time!). But then she had to introduce me to the night nurse who would be there during the delivery. We LOVED our day nurse (Jessica) — she was very sweet and even came by to see us on Saturday! The night nurse was great, too, but we really loved Jessica.

Go time Around 7:30 or so, the night nurse came in to say that Dr. Whitlock had called and she wanted them to get me ready to deliver. She was leaving her house and on her way to the hospital. This time, the process was much calmer since there was some time before the doctor got there. The night nurse transitioned the bed into a delivery table, got all of the tools ready, and again asked if we wanted a mirror (still no).

Dr. Whitlock arrived and things got started again. This time, I was much calmer — I knew what was going on and things were just more relaxed as everyone got into position. David was on my left with a wet wash cloth on my forehead, the nurse was on my right with my right foot, another nurse had my left foot, and Dr. Whitlock was … right in front of me.

I started pushing a little after 8 PM. We had increased the epidural one more time, so I wasn’t really feeling pain, but I could feel the contractions coming on — especially because I would feel increased pressure “down there.” Between pushes, Dr. Whitlock would make conversation. She told us she saw lots of hair and asked which one of us had dark hair as a baby. We talked about FSU football. I would push when a new contraction came on. As I was pushing, the doctor said the baby was trying to turn so it would be in the right position (face down). Everything was fine…

Then, after a while (maybe 40 minutes or so?), I went in to my own world. I was aware enough to know when to push, but it was like I was in tunnel. Some people say you “enter the womb” when you deliver. I don’t really think it was that, but I was definitely in another place at the end. I was exhausted. It was getting harder to only take one big breath between pushes. And pushing with all of my force was becoming incredibly difficult. I kept praying that “this one” would be the last — that the baby would finally be out. After about an hour of pushing, the head crowned — and it was the worst. pain. in. my. entire. life. I remember trying to cry in between pushes because of the pain and exhaustion (how do women push for hours upon hours? And do it without pain meds?!). Finally, the doctor said, “the head is out – you have to push!” So I gave one final push with everything left in me — and the baby was out! I collapsed back, closed my eyes and took deep breaths.

I opened my eyes but everything was a blur. I’m pretty sure I was delirious. I looked over at David, and I’ll never forget the look on his face — tears welling in his eyes and a “this just happened, I can’t believe you did that” smile on his face. I looked at Dr. Whitlock as she was pulling the cord out and massaging the placenta out. And then I looked over to my right where the baby was. I couldn’t really see because of all of the people — and I wasn’t wearing my glasses — but I could tell that there was a lot happening. The first thing David and I said to each other was “one and done!” I remember saying, “I’ve heard people say that giving birth is like doing the splits on top of firecrackers — and they are right.” We heard Claire cry for the first time, and I said to David “she has a sweet cry — for now!”

Apparently, I only suffered minor tearing (bilaterally?). And Claire’s second APGAR score was a 9. I heard the “Brahm’s Lullaby” music they played every time a baby was born. They had played it so many times that day, and finally they played it for our Claire. I had spiked a fever of 101 during delivery, which meant that Claire and I both had to be put on IV antibiotics. So the nurses were going to have to take her to the “baby lounge.” They asked if we wanted to let our family come meet her before that, and since they had been waiting for a couple hours, and it was after 9PM, we said yes. Fresh and clean

First, though, they gave me clean, precious Claire to lay on my chest for “skin to skin” time (much better without all of the icky birth stuff). It was an amazing moment to have my baby on my chest — both of us resting from the traumatic experience we both just had! She even tried to lift her head to turn it!

Then all of the family came in – the room was packed! The nurse took Claire to swaddle her so she could meet the family, but first I gave her a kiss on the cheek. Claire was passed from person to person while I finally got to eat something (Chick-fil-a nuggets!) and enjoy my Dr. Pepper — David was the last one to get to hold her! And then the nurses came in to take her to get her IV.

Nice to meet you!A few hours later, when the epidural had worn off, I was finally able to get out of bed — with lots of help of course. I was taken to the bathroom to change and the nurse explained all of the postpartum “stuff” they supplied for “down there.” BTW, witch hazel pads are amazing. I changed, got in bed, and David and I both zonked out. The nurses brought Claire into our room after her IV antibiotics were given. Baby feet

The next day, we got put into a “recovery room” for the duration of our stay. Unfortunately, because of the antibiotics, we didn’t get to go home until Sunday. David would run home to see Charlie, shower and pick up coffee and food. Thankfully, his parents had stopped by our house on Thursday night to let Charlie out and give him some attention since he’d been locked up all day!

Swaddled and sleepingWe were given a hospital “celebration” dinner on Friday night (I had chicken and David got the steak), but thankfully David and his parents provided real food for most meals (hospital food is gross), and we had an endless supply of ice and water from the hospital. David’s parents stopped by every day, and Melody and Julian came by on Friday. We also had visits from pediatricians, the on-call OB/GYN and nurses throughout the day, but mostly we watched TV and just rested in between holding Claire, feeding her and changing her diaper. Last photo taken in the hospital.

For the most part, I had a really great experience at Sacred Heart’s family birth place. My OB/GYN was awesome, the day nurse we had on Thursday was amazing, and the rooms were decently sized and relatively comfortable — especially once David figured out how the pull-out couch worked! The labor was long, and the delivery was hard (could have been worse, for sure), but it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

Coming home!


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