Baby update...

I just wanted to update everyone: Owen is doing good. He might have acid reflux, so we are going to watch it for a few days and if it doesn't get better, put him on some medication. The pee problem might just be a reaction with his diapers, we are going to keep an eye on that too. I hated taking him to the dr.'s office today with all of the sick people! I took him into the sick baby room and this lady came in with her four rambunctious older kids who were obsessed with babies and kept getting in his face. Needless to say, I was a bit annoyed. Hopefully all will be well and we can all get some sleep! 

Jason just said that Owen has my personality because he is always grumpy. Hey... you would be grumpy too if your boobs went from a B cup to a triple D. It is VERY painful.... Anyone need a wet nurse?? (For a baby, not a perverted adult- yes, gross but true.)

Oh and by the way... thanks everyone for the nice comments! We love to share our happiness with everyone!

Welcome Baby Owen!

He's Here! I finally had Owen on the 23rd. Besides a bit of an epidural problem (AKA, I thought I was going to die) The labor and delivery went great. He weighed 7 lbs. 5 oz and is 21 inches long. He has a lot of dark hair, so the 4 of you who thought it would be peach fuzz were wrong. 

He is having some pee and vomit problems, so I am taking him to the doctor today. Hopefully everything is okay. 
Anyway, we are excited he is here and that we are home. He is a sweet little boy and we already love him more than we could ever imagine.

Full Moon

The phone rang at 11:30 last night and it was the nurse at the hospital. She just wanted to let me know that they probably can't induce me today because they had "an influx of patients" come in yesterday and there are no rooms left. So, I can call today and see if anyone has been discharged, but otherwise, I guess I have to wait for tomorrow. This really sucks. I can't sleep and have been up since 4:30 this morning just wandering around the house worrying and wondering if I should call the hospital early to plan my day. I looked at the calendar, and noticed it said that there was a full moon lat night. My baby must not be affected much by the pull of the moon because I am still here at home. I think that about explains it. Well, wish me luck.

A Little Note on Hospital Visits.

THis is NOT Owen, so don't freak out. This is just a picture of Christian when he was born illustrating how I feel when people come uninvited to the hospital:

No really, I realize that when most women have babies everyone and their dog comes for a visit. In my case, your dog is invited, but not you. I do NOT feel comfortable after pushing a baby out having people in the room. Why you ask?? I will give you a list (WARNING: I have strong opinions on this matter that my husband does NOT agree with, but he has never been sick before, so go figure):

-Did you know that they fill a rubber glove with ice and stick it between your legs? Yeah, try getting up and going to the bathroom with that hanging in your panties (along with a mattress- sized maxi pad, two types of cream, and tucks pads); add a room full of men... uh yeah.

-Hospital gowns open in the back. Once again making a "getting up in front of people" problem.

-Newborns need to be breast fed every 1.5-2 hours. If you arrive in the hospital room an hour and a half after I last fed the baby, you have 5 minutes to get out.

-After an epidural, you can't walk very good. So unless you want to empty my bed pan for me... you better stay away so I have some time to get to the potty.

-99.9% of people forget the mom is there. Oh what?? You have been hauling a fetus around for 9 months and now you want to hold it? But, I came to visit, so I will sit here holding your hard work while you suffer. AT LEAST BRING ME A TREAT! (Flowers are NOT a treat). Eclairs, fruit tarts and other chocolate items are welcome. While I eat the treat you can hold the baby. Deal?? Great! The last time I had a baby, people brought Jason's favorite treats and conveniently forgot about the person who labored for over 6 hours after fasting. Rude.

-After pushing for over an hour (possibly more) a girl doesn't look her best. And no, there is no make-up in my hospital suitcase.

-Why is it that people want to visit you in the hospital, but not at home when you need help? For heavens sake, wait a few weeks and come visit when I need a nap.

-People love to bring their children. Really, I love kids. I just don't like their grubby little hands touching my newborn. What?? Your 3 year old wants to hold the baby. He will be careful? NO! Have your own baby, then your toddler can take pictures holding your most prized possession.

-I can actually think of many more, but I don't want this post to be too wordsy:).

Anyway, you know who you are if you are invited because I will personally call you and be very specific about the room number I am in. Other than that, I love you, but just give me some time. Oh and for those who are invited, don't bring flowers. I am allergic, they cannot be eaten, and they are a pain to take home. 

Wish me luck (if you are not too offended and are still speaking to me).

Our Lil' Jack Lalanne

Isn't Christian a cute little Juiceman?? Christians new favorite hobby is juicing with Jason. He will even drink the result. I couldn't believe my ears the other day when (after juicing yams) he said: "Yummy juice daddy!" At least he has one healthy habit. He has been feeling much better by the way. No throwing up last night! Yea!

Vomit.

Why oh why do little boys decide to throw up all night 4 days before mommy has a baby??? Poor Bunky can't even keep water down. I did 2 loads of sheets in the middle of the night because he just keeps throwing up. So if anyone has any suggestions, let me know. Oh, and to top it off, he fell out of bed last night and got a bloody nose too, then threw all of the blood up. He has never fallen out of his bed before. It is so weird that everything happens all at once. I am trying to teach him to throw up IN a bowl, but he just thinks I am being weird. Well, I better get off the internet and go snuggle the poor little guy. I hope everything calms down by Friday! Eeeekkkk!

21th century girl...

Being as big as a whale and pregnant is never fun.... believe me. And I know that I complain my fair share to jason (but only because he gives ZERO sympathy). But, can I just say that I am SOOOOOO glad to be born in a time with so much technology. Here are some of the things that I am grateful for:

TUMS- I eat these things like they are candy. I am not even sure if they are good for pregnant women, but I get such horrible heartburn that I NEED them.

Maxi Pads- I cannot even imagine having to wash out rags after birthing a child, yuck!

Epidural- normally, having a needle stuck in-between 2 vertebrae of my spine would not be on the list of things I am happy for, but it was so nice not to feel anything when Christian was born.

Washing machines- You won't catch me down by the river cleaning armpit stains out of my white t-shirts- no sir! 

Digital cameras- No lost film, can delete the b

ad ones right away, convenient... need I go on?

Scotch tape (duct tape too)- from fixing little boys drawings to healing warts, adhesives just make me happy.

Tucks and Tylenol- Obviously I have been reminiscing post partum pain. Thank goodness for tylenol... with codeine anyone??

There are so many more. I could never have been a pioneer. In fact, my modern oven is beeping upstairs. I pulled some food from my modern freezer and made an entire meal. So, no matter how much I complain, I am grateful for my heated house, diapers, and all of the other conveniences that I enjoy- including my blog.

13 Days until George Warshington's Birthday!

My mom called me and was all excited that Owen will be born on George Washington's birthday. 

Jason and I considered naming him George Washington Weidauer, but there is one big problem. Pretty much everyone on my side of the family can't pronounce "Washington," and my parents are the worst. What do I mean?? Well, let me give you some examples:

Normal people say: Wash, My family says: "Warsh" (my mom actually insists it is spelled with an r in it.

My parents neighbors are the Washburns, they say "Warshburns." I keep telling them it is like saying their last name is pronounced "Borse," but they won't listen.

Anyway, you get the idea. I won't even mention Motorsacle, tager, or ensaclapedia. 

I think this post may actually burn out my spell check, so we better just stick with Owen, it is much easier to say. Oh, except for Christian who says "Oyen." But he is only three so it is a lot cuter!

Teeny Tiny Baby Booties!

I was so excited the other day when I opened my mail box and had a little package! My grandma- like friend Clara made these darling little baby booties for Owen. They are so detailed, and I don't even want to know how small the knitting needles are to be able to get something that detailed.

Oh, and it never hurts that she sent $25 bucks too! We will have to start a savings account for him. 

Thank You Clara! We love you!

20 Days!

I know, I know, I only blog once a week. Unless I take pictures of my organized drawers and cupboards, I have seriously done nothing else. I did clean my scrapbook room and have quite a few pages finished. 

Anyway, it is exciting and unbelievable that Owen will be here in 3 short weeks. If anyone likes to dust or vacuum, come on over. No really, COME OVER!

If I do anything exciting this week I will blog more.