Further Attempts

The search remains; we have yet to get a good family photo. But here were some attempts. Oh, and the photo of Little on his own (above), is one of my favorites because his hair in the back got all fluffed out. I love that our baby is such a furry little guy.

Poor thing.

Still no smiles from the Little...

The cutest pic, which we enjoy the most, is not pictured here, because it is on its way getting mailed to Grandma for her birthday in a few days (yes! I finally got back on track remembering birthdays!). So it will be somewhat a surprise when she sees it. We can post it later if anybody else wants to see. How's that for a cliffhanger.

Crafty friends

Though my sewing skills leave a lot to be desired, Little Tam has not found himself bereft of beautiful, home-crafted keepsakes up to this point. Thanks to generous friends, behold the following: Friend Nicki made a quilted stocking ornament (and no, she did not embroider "Little" on it but rather had the correct English name of our sweet boy sewn on here--I just photoshopped a bit) Friend Morgan created her own perfected version of a mei tai, which is the Chinese style of a baby carrier. Jerry wears Little in this gorgeous carrier all the time! We were going for a "reverse pregnancy pose" in this photo. And since it is nigh unto impossible to get Little to smile at a camera, we just opted to have this family photo taken in our most common pose--everybody smiling at the baby, and him inspecting us with a curious expression. Thanks to friends Heidi and Nate for the impromptu photo shoot this past week!

Santa baby

We graduated from the little white elfish hat of the previous post: Christmas festivities have now (finally) begun with the donning of an actual santa hat.

A neighbor family (my visiting teacher) gave us their tree this week when they went out of town for the holidays. Yay! It was prestrung with lights even. We gave the Little time under the tree. He seemed very alarmed.

But by this afternoon when we tried a second round of tree time his alarm had turned into wonder. Christmas is better with kids.

Oh Hi, Ohio

This past week we moved to Ohio. Thirteen hours of driving, punctuated by plenty of stops to nurse and change diapers. The apartment is still full of mountains of boxes, but yesterday an angel from our new congregation came over to help me unpack and it feels like an end is in sight.

Little Tam is getting more fun every day. As we are pretty behind on posting photos, I'll just toss out a quick "Top 10" from some of our favorite moments over the past weeks. Here they are!








#10: We try to soak up any little bits of sunshine that sneak through the winter gray.
#9: This is what Little did while Mommy & Daddy were packing and cleaning the old apartment (hired movers did most of the packing of course).
#8:Bored on our drive to the new place, Little slept all day in the car. Then, both nights by the time we arrived at our hotel room for the evening he was conveniently starting to feel awake and ready to play/eat all night long. We arrived at our destination feeling pretty exhausted.
#7: As he grows, his body is less prone to be curled in the fetal position all the time. He has started stretching his arms, legs, and fingers a lot, and sometimes sleeps in this position with his arms over his head. I could sit there and watch him sleep all day.

#6: He is starting to get too long for his 0-3 month clothes; any footed onesies no longer allow him to straighten his legs all the way.

#5: "So glad when Daddy comes home." After Jerry's last day of work in Massachusetts, Little greeted Daddy at the door with a full five minutes of grinning and cooing. This baby is getting so chubby and fat. We think it's hilarious.

#4: Little gets daily Chinese storytime. He seems to like it.

#3: His first day of church, I wore him in a Moby wrap to discourage any would-be-touchers. I asked Jerry during the sacrament service, "Can the baby breathe?" In answer, he snapped a quick pic with his phone. Maybe not so reverent, but it reassured me.

#2: This hat looks so elfish. It comprises almost the entirety of my attempts to be festive this season when I put him in this attire. Seriously, between birthing this baby and moving out of state, I have all but given up on the idea of Christmas. I even forgot a couple family members' birthdays this month! Sorry everybody.

#1: Ear grabbing is supposed to be an indicator of ear infection, but he didn't seem to be in pain with this pose. He just fell asleep like this, clutching his little ear.

Ever wonder what happens if email goes unchecked for, say, a mere week? I have 101 new messages. Too overwhelmed to begin weeding through them, I diverted my attention to the neglected family blog. Aren't you all glad.

The rest of the story

Just in time for Little Tam turning one month of age...the absurdly long, much hyped, over-anticipated birth story! And some BOP warning for those who care about that sort of thing.

Preliminaries

Halloween: a few days past Little Tam's EDD. I wakened at my usual insomniac 4am, and a bit later did a webcam conference with our Hong Kong family, then had a full day of fun at the zoo, forest park, duck pond, went shopping, got my hair cut, and finished the day with an evening at our friends’ home. While at our friends’ house carving pumpkins and passing out candy to trick or treaters, I felt exhausted and noticed occasional abdominal cramping but thought nothing of it. When my sweetheart and I returned home, we quickly prepared for sleep.

Early First Stage

As soon as I showered and tried to lay down, my cramping turned into a regular, systematic occurrence. The waves felt mildly uncomfortable, like the low belly ache I sometimes have felt with menstruation. It was interesting enough that I could not fall asleep through it. I told my husband it felt different than anything I had felt thus far in the pregnancy, and I thought this could be “it.” When I asked him to start timing the pressure waves, we both realized we were not sure exactly how to do it. After all our rehearsing! Were we supposed to time beginning of one to beginning of another? Or just the space between the end of one and the beginning of another? Duration meant what....? Oh dear. To add to the confusion, we also realized half my hypnosis scripts were still only on CD. We had wanted to transfer them all to MP3 files on my phone, so I could listen more easily in the car and at the hospital (the only way we have to play CDs is on our computer). So my husband went to do the transfer and I struggled to stay focused on my own, a bit perturbed with myself for not taking care of these little issues earlier. For a couple hours I listened to the hypnosis scripts. I do not recall which scripts I listened to—perhaps “birthing day,” even though I doubted this was truly my birthing time. I don’t know what I expected to feel, but mild menstrual cramping apparently wasn’t what I had imagined.

1:30 am-We telephoned our doula, Kathy. I remember feeling quite embarrassed, apologizing for waking her at such a terrible hour, and repeating, “I just don’t know if this is the real thing, but it feels different from what I felt any other time in this pregnancy…Oh, I don’t know!” She told me she was on her way. She had arrived 10 minutes late for the last birth she attended, missing the actual birth entirely, so we didn’t want to take any chances of her missing our sweet Little’s grand entrance. If we had known he would not be born until another thirty hours later, we would have told Kathy to take her time. =)

While Kathy drove from Connecticut (about an hour and a half away from us), my husband took a nap. Because of daylight savings taking effect that night, his phone automatically changed back one hour coincidentally during his nap. When he woke, he looked at the time on his phone and said, “Wait. Did I just sleep for two minutes only?” (in reality he slept for 1 hr 2 mins) I still smile about that. While he napped I got more comfortable and kept relaxing through the pressure waves (which were about every ten minutes apart). I ate some cottage cheese and tried to be diligent about drinking water as well. Once Kathy arrived I felt greatly reassured as her expertise and assistance helped me get more into the groove with my hypnosis. With each pressure wave, Kathy would massage my back and my sweet husband would recite portions of the scripts. I remember most hearing him say over and over again, “Your cervix is soft and dilating quickly.” As hours passed that night, I caught myself smiling through many of the pressure waves and feeling increasingly confident and happy. I made a lot of moaning type of vocalizations because it helped me focus and felt good.

Around 6 am?: pressure waves were five minutes apart and lasting one minute each. When we called the midwife, she recommended, "take a hot shower, and then if the waves are still that regular and frequent, call back." During the shower my husband kept timing the waves. They got less intense feeling while I was in the shower, with the waves becoming subdued and feeling as only a faint abdominal pressure. But they also got more closely spaced—four minutes apart now. The midwife said I could come to the birth center. While I walked into the birth center from the parking lot, I had several pressure waves, and with each one, I simply stopped walking to breathe through it. During one pressure wave, I knelt against the birth ball, and for another, leaned on a hand rail. Kathy and Jerry assisted as usual, and the two nurses who were walking with us into the building remarked on how impressed they were with our whole routine. When the midwife did an internal exam around 8am, my cervix was dilated to a 7. I felt triumphant and excited. One of the nurses said he had seen hypno births before, but mine seemed to be going exceptionally well. I agreed. I was eager to get in the birthing pool, but the midwife said she wanted to see me progressed a bit further. After awhile she checked me again and I was dilated to an 8. Around this time I had a hep lock put in for administration of antibiotics (I was GBS positive). In retrospect, I wish I had listened to a “change of plans” script for this procedure, because I felt some internal conflict about the concept of intrapartum antibiotics. I also had an IV several years ago, and remembered intensely disliking the feeling of an IV in my hand. My hypnosis wasn’t as effective to numb my hand as I would have like it to be. Again, I think listening to that “change of plans” script would have helped my brain accept and feel comfortable with the IV at this point.

Pausing Point

My doula, my husband, and I walked around the hospital grounds for a bit. As it was Sunday morning, a local church near the hospital had bells chiming. They delighted me. Overall at this time, I felt light and happy in my heart. I had quite a few intense pressure waves very closely spaced during the walk. I remember feeling like they came one on top of the other, with no chance to rest in between. When we returned from the walk, I got in the birth pool. I joked and smiled, ate ice cream and just generally felt like a queen. However, part way through my pool time the nurses had to attach my hep lock to the IV for another dose of antibiotics. The procedure distracted me from feeling comfortable in the water, and additionally the tub sides ended up being hard plastic and not as easy to relax against as I had imagined. My pressure waves almost stopped entirely while I was in the water, and I began to feel intense exhaustion after being awake for so many hours. I announced my intentions of taking a nap. The midwife said she would like to do an internal exam first, and when she found I was still only dilated 8 cm, she said I needed to stay up and moving around. She was concerned that I had not progressed for a few hours. I felt disappointed at her verdict, and again, was starting to feel sleep deprivation creeping up on me. My midwife’s concern sparked a bit of fear in my heart. She told me this stalled labor was a complication and began discussing changes that needed to be made to my birth plan. Again, a “change of plans” script would have been valuable at this point!! But we did not do it yet, I suppose because having never read this script, I did not realize how appropriate it would have been.

I got pretty upset when the second time the antibiotic was administered, it wasn’t mixed with saline (or whatever they do to make it feel less intense). My hand became puffy like a balloon, fingers unbendable, and it throbbed horribly. I asked to have the hep lock removed after the dose of antibiotic was finished and the request was denied because of safety reasons. I did a fear release session and realized my #1 fear was conflict with my midwife. We had only met once before the birth. I felt very uncomfortable with how we communicated with each other.

Late First Stage

I began to suspect the midwife did not accept or encourage my efforts at using hypnosis. For example, she accused me once of being “TOO relaxed,” implying that my comfortable state was part of the problem for why labor had stalled in the first place (as if the labor would start progressing once I got stressed and tense?). Furthermore, she kept forgetting to use the hypnotic language I requested (calling pressure waves “contractions,” etc.). We ended up needing to break my waters, and administer pitocin. After these steps, I was relieved to find the birthing waves resumed with a passion. The waves felt powerful in a way that overwhelmed me at times. I remember going completely limp during one pressure wave, turning my switch to "OFF" but then suddenly felt the wave grow more intense as I relaxed. The increased intensity startled me, so I turned my switch back to "CENTER" and sat up. During transformation (Hypnobabies speak for transition), the sensations rushed up and down my whole body in an indescribable flood of shaking, chills, vomiting, and so forth. I do not recall feeling pain during this time, but rather just feeling satisfied when I finally threw up. The vomit was pink and chunky because I had recently eaten pizza, scrambled eggs, and cranberry juice. I am thankful the birthing center let me keep eating whatever I wanted all throughout the birthing time.

Pushing

The midwife did another internal exam and as per my request, did not tell me dilation. But later my doula told me I was a 9 at that point. During pushing, I felt a little confused about when I was having a pressure wave, because it felt like they were happening constantly. I ended up needing to rub the palm of my hand over my belly to discern the changes in firmness on abdominal surface that would tell me when a wave came. Contrary to my birth plan, the midwife directed my pushing (“You do much better laying down,” she kept saying), but at that point in the birth I had decided to just do whatever she wanted in order to reduce the feeling of conflict that had so disturbed me earlier in the day. She did internal monitoring for the last half of pushing, pulled/turned my baby’s head as he crowned, and had the umbilical cord cut right away rather than waiting a few minutes for it to stop pulsating (though she did let my husband cut the cord). Again, I felt some dismay when each of these interventions happened, but consciously chose to let the annoyances slide. I just wanted to keep the peace with my midwife for the time being, figuring that was the way I could most easily focus on birthing my baby. It had taken a lot of emotional strength out of me to have earlier discussions with the midwife.

Near the time my Little Tam crowned, the midwife told me since there was meconium when my waters broke, I would not be able to hold the baby immediately if he emerged without crying. She said if he was not crying, he needed to be checked by a pediatrician right away. Again, I chose to just nod and not even discuss the issue. But I started praying fervently in my heart that the baby would come out crying loud and clear, so I would be allowed to hold him. As I pushed, I sometimes glanced at the clock and said things like, "I do not know how much longer I can keep going," because I felt such intense exhaustion. Off and on, the thought crossed my mind that if I took medication, I would be able to sleep. But I simultaneously had the thought that my baby could be born any minute, so I would just hang in there and keep going. I felt so tired, and wanted to sleep but still kept focused on my goals. We had the hypnosis script playing out loud in the room for most of the birth, and flashes of it reached me when I needed them most; statements like, "I am grateful for my caregivers." Though my eyes saw the clock, my brain never registered what time it was. Afterward, when I heard the pushing lasted 3 hours, I sincerely felt disbelief. It felt like somewhere between 15-30 minutes to me. My husband kept telling me, "with every push our baby gets a little closer!" I felt so encouraged, but a few days after the birth he told me he was lying: "Many of your pushes didn't seem to be doing anything." Haha. My sweet husband also helped by holding out a straw for me to sip drinks of juice and water in between every push.

I often made a purposeful low register groan while pushing, in order to encourage my throat/bottom track to stay open. I was very conscious and intentional throughout the entire pushing stage. Vocalizing brought me a sense of power, and again, I do not recall feeling pain at this point of the birth, though when the midwife stretched/massaged my perineum toward the end I told her, "OOOKay, now THAT hurts." It caught me by surprise.

Once my baby's head came out, the rest of his body slid quickly after. He had been holding his fist up against his head, in a superman pose, which might have been part of the reason it took so long to get him through the birth canal. My prayers that I would be able to hold him right away were answered when upon entering the world he immediately started screaming, a beautifully strong sound. I reached and pulled him up to my chest. "Baby!" My husband began weeping, and together we inspected our child, marveling at all his perfect little parts. Baby and I got to cuddle a bit with blankets over us, but it seemed like all too soon he was taken away to be checked by the pediatrician. After being checked and cleaned up a bit he was returned to me.

A few hours after his birth, the staff noticed respiratory distress and he was sent to a neighboring hospital's NICU since the birth center wasn't equipped to handle an infection like his. The next day when I discharged and joined him at that location, I was told by a doctor, "you and your baby are not a priority," because apparently Little Tam wasn't THAT sick, and the hospital was overflowing beyond capacity. But I needed help figuring out breastfeeding, and felt like even if we were all physically stable, I was mentally in need of being made a priority. So I found myself in tears, and when that doctor came back a bit later and saw me crying he asked, "what happened?" With a surge of hormonal indignation I told him, "Oh, I don't know; maybe I just had a baby?!" My husband reminded me to be polite, and a lactation consultant was soon sent our way. Breastfeeding since then has been a highlight of motherhood for me. While we at first felt discouraged that we could not take our baby home right away, it became apparent there were a lot of silver linings to us getting to stay in the hospital with him. Primarily, it gave us new parents easy access to a team of doctors and nurses who demonstrated all the tricks to caring for a newborn. By the time we came home with Little Tam a week later, we felt confident in how to care for him. Also, prior to our baby entering NICU, I had been snobbish about the use of pacifiers and bottles, figuring they were tools of the devil to thwart my efforts at breastfeeding. Now however, I realize they are great! They certainly have not hindered breastfeeding like I originally feared they might, and instead can be used to comfort Little when I am not with him.

To recap birth stats: 8 lbs. 4 oz., 21 inches, born at 6:28 AM on November 2, 2009. Including daylight savings, we were awake for over 50 hours, and labor lasted 30-something hours?

One month after the birth, we are happy and thriving. Stats from well child checkup today: 23 inches long, 11 lbs, head circumference 38 cm. He is in approx. the 75th percentile for length and weight, and the 50th percentile for head size. Proud of our beautiful boy.

First Bath

Toweling off afterward.

Missionary Hair

Punky hair.
Little's umbilical cord stump finally fell off just one day shy of three weeks! We had fun giving his first "real" bath today. His calm personality is evident. We love this little guy so much.

The Preface

Again, forgive the lapse in time since I last posted. Motherhood is grand and exhausting...I am adjusting.

Here I am at Birth Rehearsal #1: So relaxed, so confident. I looked forward to the birth experience like a kid anticipating Christmas morning.

During the birth itself, for about the first 20 hours, I felt the same type of joyful ease that was present during my rehearsals. For the last dozen hours or so of the birth, the experience wasn't quite as ideal, but I will explain why this fact doesn't bother me. Many of you have a particular interest in this birth story knowing I decided to use Hypnobabies. Click here to learn more. I LOVE this program, and attribute most of my positive attitude during pregnancy and birthing to it. I would highly recommend Hypnobabies to anybody who wants to look forward to the birth experience rather than dreading it. I firmly believe childbirth is one of God's greatest GIFTS to women, far from being a curse, and not inherently meant to bring suffering. Hypnobabies promotes this beautiful ideal. Having said that, I need to confess there are few philosophies in life that garner my total agreement, and therefore I “tweaked” Hypnobabies to match my own beliefs a bit. Here are the two main changes I made:

First, Hypnobabies discourages mothers from referring to the birth experience as “hard work.” While I see why the program seeks to instill a feeling of ease to aid the mother’s confidence, I believed all along that the program qualified as “hard work.” Hours a day of practice (enjoyable though that practice could be) for months on end, effort required to focus and use the hypnosis tools during the birth itself, etc. all seem like real work to me. Furthermore, on a religious slant, I see birth as part of “my work and my glory,” to bring a little soul to earth. And work in general is part of the purpose of mortal life...not something to fear or avoid, but embrace as a godly principle. “Be anxiously engaged in a good work.” And nothing in life worth having ever came easy. And so forth. So I sometimes call the birthing time “labor,” and sometimes called it “work,” but neither terms feel negative to me. I can do hard things.

Second, Hypnobabies has an affirmation that states, “I deserve a beautiful, comfortable birth.” After considering the damage inherent in this mantra, such as women feeling devastated after their birth experience goes awry (since “deserving” connotes entitlement, and a feeling of being cheated if the birth happens differently than beautiful/comfortable), I decided not to state this affirmation. Instead I changed it, chanting, “I am worthy of a beautiful, comfortable birth.” Then, during my birthing time, I repeated to myself, “I am choosing a beautiful, comfortable birth.” Knowing I had done everything in my power to achieve the birthing experience I wanted, I still realized that perhaps God had some better lesson for me to learn than could be obtained through a blissful experience. Sometimes, despite a person being worthy of a great blessing, God chooses to withhold it in order to give something greater in return. I knew that if I did not get the ideal birth I desired, it wasn’t because I had been cheated out of something I deserved, or because I had not educated myself, or worked hard enough preparing, etc. but rather God wanted me to get something better out of the whole experience.

So. With that lead up, it must seem obvious some parts of my birth experience went as planned, and other parts went differently than planned, but overall I feel positive about the whole thing. I love being a woman, and feel grateful for the opportunity to experience birthing my baby.

Hmmm…This post is long enough now that I have decided to end it and make the birth story itself a “to be continued” separate entry. I suppose we will call this post The Preface. Very dramatic. =) Stay tuned. And hopefully it will not take me another week to get the rest of the story posted.

Many faces

We got to come home a few days ago, but here are some pics from the hospital to get caught up.  Yawny:

Indignant (that his ticket out of the hospital included a ride in a carseat)

Liberty Little.

We wish we knew what he was thinking.  Winky.

Sleepy Content with DaddyRelieved?  (IVjust inserted in the head appears to hurt less than hands and feet; memo to all parents who may get to choose their baby's IV location someday)

No Room in the Inn

I was about to give apologies for the delay in posting, but then realized I am putting priorities where they need to be--so apologizing would be silly. Y'all just wait patiently for my bloggy updates and keep in mind the next few are going to be GOOD ONES. Be excited.

First of all, Jerry and I are glad to have prior experience with indoor "camping," because that's what we have been doing this week. It is somewhat like our month without household goods earlier this summer, only with a baby added into the mix. =) No, actually, it isn't that bad--here's the story: I chose to discharge a day early from the birthing center where we had the baby, so we could go to the hospital where they had transferred our Little. That hospital was unable to accept me as a transfer patient, and in fact the hospital has been overflowing beyond capacity. Not only could I not stay at the hospital as a transfer patient, but we could not even stay there as parents. There were no rooms available for us to join Little during his care--not even the Ronald McDonald house nearby was an option. So we persisted in asking for help, because I really wanted to breastfeed and it wouldn't have been possible if we had to sleep at our apartment each night. We ended up taking what is basically an NICU storage space, the "isolation unit," which has windows on three sides, two cots, and a sink. The good part is, we have prime territory in the middle of NICU, unlike those parents who got regular hospital rooms in another wing. We have made our room pretty homey, dragging a chair in for nursing, and a few blankets and pillows from our house. I am able to pump enough milk for us to take a couple hours break to go home for a shower/restocking supplies once a day.

Ever since our Little got a bit healthier (was it yesterday? my sense of time is out of whack), they were able to move his unit into our room so I can nurse on demand. Nursing has also been a lot easier since half the wires and oxygen tubes and such got removed from his body. There are still a few attached for now that make it a hassle to move him, and an IV hep lock that will stay in his hand until we leave here on Monday or Tuesday next week. He just had to have a lot of blood drawn from his wrist this afternoon, and the nurse couldn't get the vein right, so he was screaming, so sad. I asked when she tried again if I could breastfeed during the procedure and that made a huge difference! Little yelped once when the needle went in, but then latched on and started sucking with such the cutest desperation, totally comforted.

The downside of living inside the NICU is that we are not allowed to bring in food,drink, or cell phones, so we have gotten a little locker where we keep our mini cooler and such. For mealtimes, we rush to the locker, scarf down sandwiches etc. and then promptly return to our room. It drives me crazy to leave my baby! I know the caregivers at this hospital are well-trained and good to him, but nobody can comfort my Little like I can. Breastfeeding has been going so well, and it makes me brimming with joy to see my Little flop back after a feeding with all his limbs loose and relaxed, a half-smile on his sleeping lips. And yes, I am calling those facial expressions "smiles," though I know it is too early for social smiling...

Well, that's enough naptime down the drain. I just wanted to give a little update for now, and to reassure everybody that we are doing well and staying happy. I will write more later.

Little Arrived

This is Jerry’s writing. Well, you will find that out pretty soon, when you realize the writing is not as quality as Courtney’s.

Anyway, Little arrived Nov 2, 2009 at 6:28am—8 pounds 4 oz body and 21 inches. For security purpose we do not plan to post his real name on the blog and simply name him Little as his “blog name”; however, if you haven’t already heard of his name and want to know, feel free to email us and ask.

Started on Halloween night, right before we were soooo ready to go to bed, (after a full day of activities), those intensive birthing waves (contraction) came. Active labour started at around 11:00pm. They came quite often to start with, around 10 minutes apart. At around 1:30am, we called our doula, Kathy (who by the way is the best doula); and she arrived at our home at around 3:00am, driving from Connecticut.

If any ask me an advice about birthing time (labor), I would say Patience. The whole birthing time was 31 hours, including the last 3 hours of intense pushing. Keep in mind that we hadn’t slept since the morning of Oct 31. So, from 4:00am of Oct 31 to 6:28am of Nov 2—totally 50 hours, Courtney was mostly awake. It was really hard for me to watch my sweet Courtney doing all that pushing with her extreme exhausted body, without any painkiller of any kind. (Courtney will blog about hypnobaby’s experience later).

So, where is Courtney. She is sleeping peacefully by my side while I am typing this in the birthing center. But, where is our Little?

Little was born with “perfect skin color.” You know many babies are born purple, dark blue, etc. Little’s skin has that perfect Asian tan, like a one-week old baby. Later we discovered that Little’s blood didn’t have enough water-content and oxygen (sorry I don’t remember the official medical terms for them). They are guessing that he has some kind of infection, possibly pneumonia; we will know the result in a day or two. So, Little is transferred to another main hospital in town, since our birthing center only handles basic baby needs.

Good thing the doctor said that Little is going to be fine and completely normal after a week. But, your prayers on our Little are a little service that you can do for us.

Another cute thing about Little—since I had about three mins alone with Little in the nursery room, and I had consecrated oil with me; well, what would a loving new father do? Little received his first priesthood blessing on his first day. Well speaking or spiritual things, you know what I’ve just realized? We MISSED our family scripture study on the birthing day…!!! Courtney and I had never let a day pass without reading the scriptures together ever since when we were dating. With such heavy motherhood responsibility, I think the Lord would understand, but we wish we had remembered.

Courtney will post another blog with her perspective and lots of more new pictures later.

Thank you for all of your love and support!

Right after Little was born (after being cleaned-up), Little was placed on mommy skin-to-skin.

Isn’t he a cutie.

Don’t let all those cables scared you. Most of them are only for monitoring purpose. Except the IV, since Little cannot be nursed by mommy temporarily.

Daddy mommy saying good-bye to Little when he was transferred.

and the moving details are in...

This week we received some clarification on the when/where details of our relocation. We are headed to the only state in the US whose state flag is a pennant shape: This place is also home to the Rock n Roll Hall of Fame:

Birthplace of the traffic light:

Also known as: "the Buckeye State."

Yep, we're headed to OHIO. Though we were told the stay in Massachusetts would be a year long, and initially felt dismayed at the thought of uprooting so soon, it feels increasingly good to move at this time. We are grateful for the opportunities Jerry will have working for a different division of his company.

We have just been told the exact start date for him in Ohio is scheduled for December 16th, which means we are moving out of Massachusetts shortly before that day, most likely about a week prior. Despite all the encouragement we got from you faithful readers over the prospects of flying with Little Tam, we have recently decided it is safer to brave the wintry roads than take a 5 week or so newborn into the germ factory of an airport during (H1N1) flu season. So a-driving we will go. Good thing I lived two winters in Canada and feel pretty secure about winter driving. The trick, I have found, is to just go exceedingly slow. And to stop driving for a bit if needing to wait out bad weather. So please don't worry too much about us, Grandma Ellie. =)

In other news, Little Tam is still appearing quite comfy and happy to stay in my belly. I am lovingly patient (but will start serious chats with him about coming out as soon as Halloween is safely out of birthing day range).

Happy Halloween, everybody.

Boston Birth...Day

Hee hee...Sorry to have yet another tantalizing title line. It isn't Little Tam's birthday yet, but I had mine this week, so I figured it would be ok to call this a "birth" day post. In honor of our location, I chose a Boston Creme Pie to light up instead of a regular birthday cake, and it was a delicious indulgence. Still have most of it leftover sitting in the fridge calling my name...oh dear. Also, we went to Boston Bay Pizza for dinner to continue with the Bostonian theme. This restaurant gives a whole 12" gourmet pizza FREE to the birthday guest--no purchase necessary. We loved it. It struck us that dinner that night at Boston Pizza might be our last time to eat out without having to bring along Little or schedule a babysitter...crazy to contemplate. Big life changes on the way. But we are so excited of course. I have my 40 week app't. with the midwives tomorrow. This is a bit of a rambling post...guess I'll sign off now...

Little's First Costume

Conveniently I have a nice round belly this Halloween season. I figured it would be an easy choice for a costume. I put on a few vinyl cut outs stuck to a regular orange maternity shirt to make the face on my belly. This photo is from our church Halloween party last night: week 39 belly, jack o'lantern style, and we are calling it "Little's first costume," though if he comes in the next few days we might end up giving him a different one that he could actually wear in time for the holiday itself. We'll see.


There were so many fun costumes at the trunk 'r' treat, but I am trying to be judicious in using face photos of other people's kids...So sadly we will leave out most of the really interesting photos and just share a few car shots.

I loved the theme idea here--and that is one huge pot of candy. This sweet sister is getting baptized in just a couple weeks. Yay!

Here we have the humble trunk of the Tam Fam. We seriously underestimated the amount of children that would be at this activity, so our two bags of chocolate bars ran out quick--oops.

Anyway, this activity was one of the best I have ever attended, with a dj, dance party, plenty of games and good food, and a million neighbors and friends of other faiths who joined the "regulars" of the congregation.