Well, he finally came. Tommy Lyle. 7lbs 9.2 ozs. 19 inches.
The labor went fast and well. Tommy is perfect and completely healthy. The recovery has been amazingly good. And Brady adores his baby brother. It couldn't be better.
I'm still waiting on the better pictures to be developed, but there's a pretty good one on Brady's blog.
Tommy is now six days old. He had his first check-up yesterday and he's 7lbs 5 ozs now (which means he lost a little weight but is recovering it quickly). He was slightly jaundiced, but nothing to worry about. Brock's going to make sure the kid gets plenty of sunshine and he eats like a starving orphan, so very soon his yellowish nose will be nice and pink.
So we have a beautiful, healthy pair of boys and we are enjoying them so much!
Now if we could just a little more sleep!
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Ready and Waiting
I guess it's about time for an update.
I'm 36 weeks now and this baby could come any time. It's funny, Brady came right on time (one day past his due date), but this one seems determined to come ASAP. He dropped four weeks ago and has been pushing as hard as he can ever since. I've been contracting for over a week now and the doctor doesn't think we'll make it another two weeks.
In other words he could come any minute, or in two or more weeks. We have no idea what to expect or when. Nice.
The good news is - we're ready! We have clothes (all clean and folded), diapers, a bassinet, changing table...you name it! We're also unpacked and settled into our new place and Brady is finally adjusting to all the change. We couldn't be more ready - thanks to my family and Brock!
Oh, except for a name. We tell all our family and friends that we're not telling which name we're going to use, but this time even WE don't know. It's a little unsettling, but we have narrowed it down to seven or eight different names. I guess we'll name him when we see him. How does Aloicious Donatello Lyle sound?
I'm 36 weeks now and this baby could come any time. It's funny, Brady came right on time (one day past his due date), but this one seems determined to come ASAP. He dropped four weeks ago and has been pushing as hard as he can ever since. I've been contracting for over a week now and the doctor doesn't think we'll make it another two weeks.
In other words he could come any minute, or in two or more weeks. We have no idea what to expect or when. Nice.
The good news is - we're ready! We have clothes (all clean and folded), diapers, a bassinet, changing table...you name it! We're also unpacked and settled into our new place and Brady is finally adjusting to all the change. We couldn't be more ready - thanks to my family and Brock!
Oh, except for a name. We tell all our family and friends that we're not telling which name we're going to use, but this time even WE don't know. It's a little unsettling, but we have narrowed it down to seven or eight different names. I guess we'll name him when we see him. How does Aloicious Donatello Lyle sound?
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Just a little Vent
We are moving. In Two weeks.
I'm both ready and not ready. I'm dying to get to our new apartment (two bedrooms!) and thrilled that I will have less work, more space, and all before Baby Munchkin comes. Brock will have a shorter commute and will be home earlier as a result.
But I'm not packed yet!!!
Well, I'm almost packed actually. I've got a cool packing list that I've been working on for weeks and I'm ahead of schedule. I have (almost) enough boxes and my family is helping with Brady so he doesn't unpack everything before we get out of here.
Every now and then I sit back and realize that I'm packing, managing apartments, seven months pregnant, raising an almost-two-year-old, keeping this apartment in reasonable shape, finding food for my family every night, and getting ready to train a new manager for this property.
Breathe.
Funny thing is I'm doing all these things AND still finding time to sit and enjoying Baby Munchkin kicking my belly-button inside out. I still find time to play with BD, who has more energy than that famous drum-beating bunny. (On a side note, he came in rosy and very happy today after a playdate with his uncle and auntie - so cute!!!) I find time to write on my blogs and do a little recreational writing as well. I find time to have dinner with my husband now and then and remember how much I love him!
You'd think, with all this going on, I'd feel exhausted and drained all the time. But I only feel that way at bedtime. In fact, I feel good. The only side-effect I'm noticing is the tendency for the days to fly by WAY too fast. With such full minutes, hours, and days it seems like I blink and a month has gone by.
Do I want it to slow down? Not really. Only when I'm with Brock. Or watching BD do something particularly adorable. Like when he sleepily asks for "Choc-ate milk" with fabulous diction and large hopeful eyes.
This is kind of a rambling blog, but I'm in a venting mood and my Mother is in France this week and can't be my usual sympathetic listener. But it's okay. I'm done now and feel much better.
BD will be up soon and looks like a fax just came in from the office. Back to work...
I'm both ready and not ready. I'm dying to get to our new apartment (two bedrooms!) and thrilled that I will have less work, more space, and all before Baby Munchkin comes. Brock will have a shorter commute and will be home earlier as a result.
But I'm not packed yet!!!
Well, I'm almost packed actually. I've got a cool packing list that I've been working on for weeks and I'm ahead of schedule. I have (almost) enough boxes and my family is helping with Brady so he doesn't unpack everything before we get out of here.
Every now and then I sit back and realize that I'm packing, managing apartments, seven months pregnant, raising an almost-two-year-old, keeping this apartment in reasonable shape, finding food for my family every night, and getting ready to train a new manager for this property.
Breathe.
Funny thing is I'm doing all these things AND still finding time to sit and enjoying Baby Munchkin kicking my belly-button inside out. I still find time to play with BD, who has more energy than that famous drum-beating bunny. (On a side note, he came in rosy and very happy today after a playdate with his uncle and auntie - so cute!!!) I find time to write on my blogs and do a little recreational writing as well. I find time to have dinner with my husband now and then and remember how much I love him!
You'd think, with all this going on, I'd feel exhausted and drained all the time. But I only feel that way at bedtime. In fact, I feel good. The only side-effect I'm noticing is the tendency for the days to fly by WAY too fast. With such full minutes, hours, and days it seems like I blink and a month has gone by.
Do I want it to slow down? Not really. Only when I'm with Brock. Or watching BD do something particularly adorable. Like when he sleepily asks for "Choc-ate milk" with fabulous diction and large hopeful eyes.
This is kind of a rambling blog, but I'm in a venting mood and my Mother is in France this week and can't be my usual sympathetic listener. But it's okay. I'm done now and feel much better.
BD will be up soon and looks like a fax just came in from the office. Back to work...
Monday, March 09, 2009
Brady Loves the Beach
Just like his father.
The other day Brady and I were sitting out in our little yard staring at a gloomy, overcast sky, when a patch of blue sky opened up for a few minutes. Brady caught sight of it and pointed excitedly.
"Beach!" He demanded. "Beach!"
"No," I told him. "It's too cold to go to the beach."
"Beach!" He repeated stubbornly. When I still refused, he changed his tactics. "Daddy," he said urgently. "Daddy. Phone."
So, we called Daddy.
With Brock on the speaker phone, Brady pointed once again to the tiny patch of blue sky and demanded, "Beach!"
Brock laughed, and though he would usually have agreed with such a sentiment, he sided with me on this one.
"No, no, Buddy," he said. "Too cold for the beach. We'll go later."
Brady scowled at the phone and finally gave in, staring longingly at the now shrinking blue patch. He gave me back the phone and wandered off to play in his little toy house.
Little did he know that if Brock hadn't been stuck at work, he probably would have agreed to give the beach a try and I would have found myself bundled up on a freezing, rainy beach for the rest of the day.
Like father like son.
The other day Brady and I were sitting out in our little yard staring at a gloomy, overcast sky, when a patch of blue sky opened up for a few minutes. Brady caught sight of it and pointed excitedly.
"Beach!" He demanded. "Beach!"
"No," I told him. "It's too cold to go to the beach."
"Beach!" He repeated stubbornly. When I still refused, he changed his tactics. "Daddy," he said urgently. "Daddy. Phone."
So, we called Daddy.
With Brock on the speaker phone, Brady pointed once again to the tiny patch of blue sky and demanded, "Beach!"
Brock laughed, and though he would usually have agreed with such a sentiment, he sided with me on this one.
"No, no, Buddy," he said. "Too cold for the beach. We'll go later."
Brady scowled at the phone and finally gave in, staring longingly at the now shrinking blue patch. He gave me back the phone and wandered off to play in his little toy house.
Little did he know that if Brock hadn't been stuck at work, he probably would have agreed to give the beach a try and I would have found myself bundled up on a freezing, rainy beach for the rest of the day.
Like father like son.
Monday, February 09, 2009
This Time Around
Since Brady doesn't seem to want to acknowledge his up and coming brother in any of his posts, I think I'll fill everyone in. Brady will admit he wants a baby, but he doesn't care what's in my tummy and I'm not sure what he'll think when we bring the Baby Munchkin home for good. He accepts that my lap is smaller and is content to sit next to me for cuddles. His only interest in my growing tummy is that the belly button pokes out. He finds that very funny.
Other info: I'm due May 24 and only hope Baby Munchkin doesn't come too early and hit May 14th (our anniversary). I'm five and half months along now and feeling much larger than I look. Baby Munchkin kicks like crazy when he hears music or when I lay down and stretch out. He's as active, if not more so, than Brady was. I'm getting nervous...
So far so good, though. We're all healthy and looking forward to Baby Boy number two around here.
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