Monday, March 31, 2008
william's growing up...
here's a link to our picasa web album to see william in his various stages. we'll keep updating it over time with new pictures and videos. enjoy...we sure are enjoying this little guy.
william "Green" pearson
so william is named william gregory pearson, but with the latest trend for "green" living, we should have considered "green" as his middle name. chad and i strive to live a green lifestyle in the ways that we can, and we've always hoped that we can bring will up to have the same types of values that we share. come to find out, he's the one teaching us, or rather making us implement some "green" living...
1. walk places, don't drive. (william HATES his car seat...thus we walk everywhere that we can---darn that green living)
2. limit water use by cutting down on showers (william keeps me busy all day long, wanting to be held, bounced, fed, changed, burped, etc...there's no time for frequent showers, thus---i'm becoming greener in more ways than one)
3. hang clothes to dry (so in our quest to use cloth diapers, it turns out the best way to get rid of the stains...and william makes sure to stain them...is to hang them on the line)---works better than any other chemicals and it cuts back on our dryer use (and we do a lot of laundry these days). (my bff actually turned me on to this tip---but william keeps us doing it)
4. get lots of exercise. (william forces us to use the yoga ball for over an hr. each day---dang that boy loves to bounce)
5. drink lots of herbal tea. (come to find out mother's milk organic tea with fennel seed and fenugreek are good at helping keep up the milk supply...that boy loves the milk supply)
so in our quest to be raising will with our values, it turns out he's already part of this green generation. william 'green' pearson.
1. walk places, don't drive. (william HATES his car seat...thus we walk everywhere that we can---darn that green living)
2. limit water use by cutting down on showers (william keeps me busy all day long, wanting to be held, bounced, fed, changed, burped, etc...there's no time for frequent showers, thus---i'm becoming greener in more ways than one)
3. hang clothes to dry (so in our quest to use cloth diapers, it turns out the best way to get rid of the stains...and william makes sure to stain them...is to hang them on the line)---works better than any other chemicals and it cuts back on our dryer use (and we do a lot of laundry these days). (my bff actually turned me on to this tip---but william keeps us doing it)
4. get lots of exercise. (william forces us to use the yoga ball for over an hr. each day---dang that boy loves to bounce)
5. drink lots of herbal tea. (come to find out mother's milk organic tea with fennel seed and fenugreek are good at helping keep up the milk supply...that boy loves the milk supply)
so in our quest to be raising will with our values, it turns out he's already part of this green generation. william 'green' pearson.
will's driving me to drink...
...coffee that is. never have i been a coffee drinker before, but alas, i had my first cup 2 weeks ago, and haven't turned back.
we've been going to vic's on most sat. mornings for almost three years, and each time i order a raspberry italian soda and a scone. chad has his coffee and scone. now we have included william in our ritual. he rides in the sling or baby carrier and we all walk downtown. two weeks ago, chad was dumbfounded when i ordered a coffee...a latte to be exact (espresso). i just craved it. kind of like the way i craved fried egg sandwiches for dessert during my first trimester (crazy i know). ...i craved it, and it was delicious...now there's no turning back.
the biggest news...especially for those of you who have spent the night at our house, we even got a new coffee maker. for years chad has been surviving with our old coffee maker that has no pot (i broke it years ago). we've (rather he's) been using our pyrex measuring cup as a replacement. it's been a bit ghetto...the coffee brews into it, but doesn't stay warm, so then needs to be reheated in the microwave. i always feel like a silly host when we have people stay over and they want some coffee. i serve them out of our glass measuring cup.
then again, i've never made a pot of coffee in my life...other than that pot i tried to make at will and jess's house...chad walked in on me, pouring the water through the actual ground coffee beans...beans and water spilling over---weak coffee, full of grounds, cold.
no wonder i never liked coffee...
until now.
we've been going to vic's on most sat. mornings for almost three years, and each time i order a raspberry italian soda and a scone. chad has his coffee and scone. now we have included william in our ritual. he rides in the sling or baby carrier and we all walk downtown. two weeks ago, chad was dumbfounded when i ordered a coffee...a latte to be exact (espresso). i just craved it. kind of like the way i craved fried egg sandwiches for dessert during my first trimester (crazy i know). ...i craved it, and it was delicious...now there's no turning back.
the biggest news...especially for those of you who have spent the night at our house, we even got a new coffee maker. for years chad has been surviving with our old coffee maker that has no pot (i broke it years ago). we've (rather he's) been using our pyrex measuring cup as a replacement. it's been a bit ghetto...the coffee brews into it, but doesn't stay warm, so then needs to be reheated in the microwave. i always feel like a silly host when we have people stay over and they want some coffee. i serve them out of our glass measuring cup.
then again, i've never made a pot of coffee in my life...other than that pot i tried to make at will and jess's house...chad walked in on me, pouring the water through the actual ground coffee beans...beans and water spilling over---weak coffee, full of grounds, cold.
no wonder i never liked coffee...
until now.
on the blog again...just can't wait to be on the blog again
so it's been a month and a half since i've written. i've been composing in my mind, but just haven't gotten around to doing anything more than that, and in the midst of sleep deprivation and new mom brain mush, i've forgotten most everything. well there's still a little left in there....a very little :)
i figured since i'm not good at baby book types of things, the blog can be will's baby book of sorts. who knows, but for now, this is it.
happy babyhood little will.
and since one of your namesakes is willie nelson (don't worry we won't call you willie), and the title of this blog is such, here's a youtube little treat ...from willie nelson "on the road again" ...here's to some good living.
i figured since i'm not good at baby book types of things, the blog can be will's baby book of sorts. who knows, but for now, this is it.
happy babyhood little will.
and since one of your namesakes is willie nelson (don't worry we won't call you willie), and the title of this blog is such, here's a youtube little treat ...from willie nelson "on the road again" ...here's to some good living.
Monday, February 18, 2008
a few first's
will's first out-of-town visitors came last sat and leave tomorrow. we are all so loved.
thanks mom and dad...
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will's first walk with jed (further than just down the street that is, we went down the street and around the block :))
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will's first trip to the southern sun--our favorite brewery in town (too bad that they don't sell onesies that say "my mama loves stout" as it is a well known fact (ok...i dont have data, but it's published in the books i've referenced) that "stout" helps milk supply.
labor of love...
will has been in our lives for a while, but he officially arrived at 11.57pm on jan 31.
Jan 30th (that nite was the nite it all started)
5pm …chad got on the bus to come home from boulder. typically a 20 min bus ride, but because of a snow storm traffic was backed up and at 6.00 he wasn’t even ½ way here. contractions were starting with me at home.
7pm…contractions getting stronger, chad…still on the bus.
8pm…chad walked home (4 miles, up hill, in the snow, on a sprained ankle… no joke)
9pm…we started calling dog sitters, knowing that tonite would in fact be the nite we’d go into the hospital. we couldn’t get a definite confirmation on morning dog walkers, so later we found out jed got not one, not two, but three morning visitors…lucky dog.
2am…contractions about 1 min long…5 min apart (they say to come in at 4-1-1 …4 min apart, 1 min long, for 1 hr)…we knew I had been 3cm dilated and 75% effaced the day before, so we were thinking things would go quick...chad wanted to be the coach not the deliverer)
Jan 30th (that nite was the nite it all started)
5pm …chad got on the bus to come home from boulder. typically a 20 min bus ride, but because of a snow storm traffic was backed up and at 6.00 he wasn’t even ½ way here. contractions were starting with me at home.
7pm…contractions getting stronger, chad…still on the bus.
8pm…chad walked home (4 miles, up hill, in the snow, on a sprained ankle… no joke)
9pm…we started calling dog sitters, knowing that tonite would in fact be the nite we’d go into the hospital. we couldn’t get a definite confirmation on morning dog walkers, so later we found out jed got not one, not two, but three morning visitors…lucky dog.
2am…contractions about 1 min long…5 min apart (they say to come in at 4-1-1 …4 min apart, 1 min long, for 1 hr)…we knew I had been 3cm dilated and 75% effaced the day before, so we were thinking things would go quick...chad wanted to be the coach not the deliverer)
Jan 31st
3.45 am…starting to leave for the hospital
4.15am…actual leave time…it looked like we were going on vacation for a week.
(times are estimates after this point J)
5am arrived at the hospital (after having to stop on the side of the road 3 times for me to walk around and contract on the side of the road…early morning commuters thought I was crazy)…met our doula jennieve there.
8am…still only 3 cm dilated (10 is complete)…what the heck!?
8-10 am…walked stairs, told jennieve stories (in between contractions) about how chad and I met, started to date, got married, and ended up in this wonderful predicament…used some of our breathing techniques, visualizations, and birthing ball.
4.15am…actual leave time…it looked like we were going on vacation for a week.
(times are estimates after this point J)
5am arrived at the hospital (after having to stop on the side of the road 3 times for me to walk around and contract on the side of the road…early morning commuters thought I was crazy)…met our doula jennieve there.
8am…still only 3 cm dilated (10 is complete)…what the heck!?
8-10 am…walked stairs, told jennieve stories (in between contractions) about how chad and I met, started to date, got married, and ended up in this wonderful predicament…used some of our breathing techniques, visualizations, and birthing ball.
10am…asked chad to remove the clock from our room. good riddens…I thought the sun over the mountains, would be plenty clock enough. Surely by sun set our little guy would be here.
~11am…contractions more and more intense…got in the birthing tub. candles lit. jets on. It felt like the most peaceful, yet most intense location in boulder…one of the nurses made that comment when she came in.
~11am…contractions more and more intense…got in the birthing tub. candles lit. jets on. It felt like the most peaceful, yet most intense location in boulder…one of the nurses made that comment when she came in.
Noon…got checked in the tub (what a great dr.) by candle light (what a really great dr.)…and hoped for ‘birth by candle light’ 5-6cm dilated (getting closer)
4pm…out of the tub…that was the longest I’d ever been in a tub. things were getting more and more intense. (time was really standing still…I had no concept…just floating between contractions)…
~5-6pm…the sun set over the mountains…still no baby.
tried the birth bar and other contraptions to try to get comfortable (comfort was really relative…I kept imagining women birthing in all kinds of positions and locations, as had been shown in some of my books …chad was letting me hang on him, had sat by me in the tub coaching me, talking to me, breathing with me (which was great except for the onions on his sandwich…not a good choice for birth coaches)…and not complaining either.
Somewhere between 6 and 7 …10 cm dilated, 100% effaced (in our birth class this was what we learned of as ‘transition labor’ being over and ‘push labor’ (the quickest, but most intense) as starting. the nurse and doula were telling us, ‘you’re almost there!’
~7 pm…our dr. came back in and they brought in the bassinet for the baby. i started feeling as if i couldn’t go on…that I needed to leave, and that I couldn’t do it. our nurse said this is what all women have been saying for years in every language possible and what women will continue to say for years…..she said that when women start to say “I can’t” this means the baby is almost here.
11.56pm …after many hrs of ‘pushing’ and so many great coaches, leg holders and the sort...my dr. offered an episiotomy… our ‘birth intention’ was clear that this wasn’t what i wanted, but our little guy had been stuck for a while. his heart rate remained good, so they were all patient. the threat of the episiotomy was evidently what I needed…
11.57…will was born.
tried the birth bar and other contraptions to try to get comfortable (comfort was really relative…I kept imagining women birthing in all kinds of positions and locations, as had been shown in some of my books …chad was letting me hang on him, had sat by me in the tub coaching me, talking to me, breathing with me (which was great except for the onions on his sandwich…not a good choice for birth coaches)…and not complaining either.
Somewhere between 6 and 7 …10 cm dilated, 100% effaced (in our birth class this was what we learned of as ‘transition labor’ being over and ‘push labor’ (the quickest, but most intense) as starting. the nurse and doula were telling us, ‘you’re almost there!’
~7 pm…our dr. came back in and they brought in the bassinet for the baby. i started feeling as if i couldn’t go on…that I needed to leave, and that I couldn’t do it. our nurse said this is what all women have been saying for years in every language possible and what women will continue to say for years…..she said that when women start to say “I can’t” this means the baby is almost here.
11.56pm …after many hrs of ‘pushing’ and so many great coaches, leg holders and the sort...my dr. offered an episiotomy… our ‘birth intention’ was clear that this wasn’t what i wanted, but our little guy had been stuck for a while. his heart rate remained good, so they were all patient. the threat of the episiotomy was evidently what I needed…
11.57…will was born.
(the after effects included a bit of blood loss (ok...a liter and a half) since my uterus didn’t want to contract after pushing for so long, and my back being thrown out ….it’s amazing how much memory can fade in two weeks…william may not be an only child after all :)
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