Thursday, August 31, 2006
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Three Weeks Later...
A little delayed, but hey...I’ve been busy. Why didn’t anyone tell me that life with two kids is like living in perpetual fast forward? I remember adjusting to life as a new parents when we brought Claire home. Logically, we knew that lots of people had done this whole “parenting thing” before us, but we felt like we were blazing new trails. Multiply that by 10 now. The idea of getting both kids ready to go somewhere...say, before noon, is completely out of the realm of comprehension.
So...rewind three weeks. Hayden is three days late and I’m researching ways to induce labor. It turns out, he didn’t need the eviction notice I had printed out and was ready to tape to my belly. Contractions started at about 2 a.m. on August 7 and were actually quite manageable. By about 1 p.m., they were close enough together that we decided to head to the hospital. Claire was napping when we left, and I looked in on her and thought, “Oh Baby, you have no idea how much your world is about to change.”
For a variety of reasons, we decided to use a midwife and try for a drug free delivery. A few of my friends thought I was insane, and honestly, about five minutes before Hayden was born, I thought I was insane, too. They say you forget the pain. It’s only been three weeks, but I sure haven’t forgotten it. It was absolutely worth every bit of it, but I haven’t forgotten it. Hayden was born at 9:04 p.m., exactly 2 hours and 56 minutes before my 30th birthday. Good timing, Kid! I am still of the mindset that because my 30th birthday was such a whirlwind and I spent it in a hospital, that I’m still 29.
We came home after two days and began life as a family of four. Claire was a bit uncertain about sharing her mom and dad with this new guy, but she’s getting used to him now. The first time he started crying, she joined right in and was much harder to calm down than he was. Now, in true Big Sister fashion, she just says, “Quiet Hayden,” when he cries. Nighttime is tricky because she wakes up when he cries, but everyone with two kids tells us that the older one gets used to the noise and eventually sleeps through it. Or maybe he’ll start sleeping through the night (I can dream, can’t I?)!!
It seems like yesterday that I was sitting in an apartment in Kazakhstan and writing a post to Claire’s blog called “Sumner, Party of 3.” It’s hard to believe that a year and half later, we’re “Sumner, Party of 4.” No, don’t expect to see “Sumner, Party of 5” anytime soon.
So...rewind three weeks. Hayden is three days late and I’m researching ways to induce labor. It turns out, he didn’t need the eviction notice I had printed out and was ready to tape to my belly. Contractions started at about 2 a.m. on August 7 and were actually quite manageable. By about 1 p.m., they were close enough together that we decided to head to the hospital. Claire was napping when we left, and I looked in on her and thought, “Oh Baby, you have no idea how much your world is about to change.”
For a variety of reasons, we decided to use a midwife and try for a drug free delivery. A few of my friends thought I was insane, and honestly, about five minutes before Hayden was born, I thought I was insane, too. They say you forget the pain. It’s only been three weeks, but I sure haven’t forgotten it. It was absolutely worth every bit of it, but I haven’t forgotten it. Hayden was born at 9:04 p.m., exactly 2 hours and 56 minutes before my 30th birthday. Good timing, Kid! I am still of the mindset that because my 30th birthday was such a whirlwind and I spent it in a hospital, that I’m still 29.
We came home after two days and began life as a family of four. Claire was a bit uncertain about sharing her mom and dad with this new guy, but she’s getting used to him now. The first time he started crying, she joined right in and was much harder to calm down than he was. Now, in true Big Sister fashion, she just says, “Quiet Hayden,” when he cries. Nighttime is tricky because she wakes up when he cries, but everyone with two kids tells us that the older one gets used to the noise and eventually sleeps through it. Or maybe he’ll start sleeping through the night (I can dream, can’t I?)!!
It seems like yesterday that I was sitting in an apartment in Kazakhstan and writing a post to Claire’s blog called “Sumner, Party of 3.” It’s hard to believe that a year and half later, we’re “Sumner, Party of 4.” No, don’t expect to see “Sumner, Party of 5” anytime soon.
Friday, August 25, 2006
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Update Tease (bigger & better one in the works)
One day I'll get around to writing a little bit about Hayden's birth and his first week, but right now I like to spend every free second (of which there are VERY few) sleeping. Despite some serious dark circles under our eyes, we're all doing well and enjoying our new little family...even Claire, despite her expression in the photo below.
Sleepy Boy
We have to keep him?!
Sleepy Boy
We have to keep him?!
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
I would like you all to meet someone...
Hayden Yale Sumner...born 8/7/06 at 9:04pm EDT. 7lbs 8oz; 21.5 inches. He put up a good fight and mom was quit a trooper (No Drugs!). I will probably get reprimanded for posting a couple of pics without Mom's approval but I figured it is easier to ask for forgiveness than permission. Lauren and Hayden are both doing well.
Sunday, August 06, 2006
Due date, Schmue Date
Apparently, the "EDD: August 3" on all my medical forms means "estimated due date." I suppose I knew this all along, but I couldn't help but hope the E stood for eviction. Three days later, though, and no signs of Baby or his receipt of my eviction notice. He seems plenty content to just hang out for a little while longer, and now I know why my mom still brings up the fact that I was EIGHT WHOLE DAYS late. Sorry Mom!!
Both of my parents are here now, playing with Claire (who honestly will not know what to do when this attention frenzy is over) and awaiting their grandson's arrival. Notice I didn't say "patiently awaiting." My dad has threatened to sit on my stomach to make the baby "pop out" if he hasn't made an appearance by Wednesday. He is not a dainty man, so please keep us in your thoughts. I have not waited 40 weeks for a pancake baby.
Both of my parents are here now, playing with Claire (who honestly will not know what to do when this attention frenzy is over) and awaiting their grandson's arrival. Notice I didn't say "patiently awaiting." My dad has threatened to sit on my stomach to make the baby "pop out" if he hasn't made an appearance by Wednesday. He is not a dainty man, so please keep us in your thoughts. I have not waited 40 weeks for a pancake baby.
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