Drew Month 1111 months is kind of anti-climatic in the fact department because I have no clue how much he weighs or how tall he is. We don't own a scale so I can't even begin to guess what he weighs. I do know that his size 3 diapers still fit and that is nice since we have quite a few on hand. He is wearing 12 month (some 18 month) clothing and his 6-12 month clothes are getting young or flat out too small. He hasn't thinned out but he doesn't look really chunky to me anymore. Maybe that is because he is on the move or sound asleep....He rarely sits still anymore. He is crawling (fast), climbing, standing, cruising and pushing everywhere. He can push his little reg wagon all over the house as long as it is in a straight line. When he hits a wall/door/dog he stops and empties the wagon of all the toys while waiting on someone to turn it around. He is still very interested in the air vents and we've only lost 1 ball and possibly 1 Old McDonald down the vent. At least that is all we are aware of at the moment. Speaking of balls, he loves any kind....basketball, football, ones that light up or have texture. He can "throw" and "roll" (the 11 month old variety) and has actually engaged in a game of fetch with Maddie. He also is loving anything with wheels. Cars and trucks, big and small....he really digs 'em. He likes his new drum from Louie and is starting to get the hang of what the drumsticks are for. He tries to copy us when we do it but isn't super coordinated just yet. He is starting a music class at the end of this month and I'm excited to see how that helps his development and coordination. Really, Im just glad we have a fun activity to do together outside of the house that will (in the long run) be beneficial somehow. As for Drew's "talking", it is what it is. Babbling and sounds that probably mean something and are totally normal for his age. No real words still, except for "Ba", "Ga", etc. I think he understands WAY WAY more than we know because there are times when I'll say something to him and he responds correctly. Crazy. Of course there are also times where he "can't hear me at all" and totally ignores my request, "no" or whatever. To say that I have a stubborn child on my hands is an understatement. Thankfully that stubborn behavior is complemented with his very sweet and laid back personality. We've experimented with food quite a bit this month and so far so good. He handles textures fairly well and is getting better and better with finger foods. The less the food is pureed, the longer it takes for him to chew and swallow so he gets bored quicker and doesn't want it. I haven't figured out when to just stop with the baby food but I want to wait until he has more teeth before I give them up. So far, his fav "real" foods are waffles, toast, ground beef, cheese, rice, yogurt, mandarin oranges, bananas, mango and pears. He loves the "green" puffs (kale, spinach, collards) and enjoys a small sippy cup of water after a meal. He isn't walking yet, but acts like he doesn't really care. I think he COULD, but isn't overly interested. I'm not concerned as I know he will in time. For now, I'll cherish the dirty knees on his pants knowing that he isn't growing up too fast.
Drew Month 10
Drew Month 9
Drew Month 8
Drew Month 7I hate that I skipped this month at the time. I really don't remember exactly what he was doing at this point. Everything happens so fast! But, I did come across the pictures so I'll post them. That's really the most important part, huh?
Drew Month 6
Drew Month 4
Drew Month 3
Drew Month 2
Drew Month 1
Drew's 2 Week Appointment
2 week appointment stats (2/17/12):
Weight - 8lb 2oz
Height - 20.25in
H/C - 14.25in
The Birth Story & Weekend
What a weekend! I know it's Wednesday (now Thursday) but I am still relishing in how fast life changed for us in a matter of minutes. I'm also still catching up on sleep....even though it is in 3 hour increments. I want to record our birth story so we always have it.....it was quite an experience! If you are not into the details, feel free to scroll straight to the pictures or close this window all together. Nothing overly gross occurred but I don't want to forget any moment of that day and the days that followed.
Of course Thursday was a hard day for me so I laid really low Thursday night in preparation for Friday. David and I actually got some sleep Thursday night (I really didn't think I would) and we got up and made it to the hospital right at 6am. I got called back to get prepped for surgery and David had to stay in the lobby. Once we got certain things done, David came back to sit with me while we waited. Once all the doctors came back to see me and talk to me about what would happen, plus getting my IV started, they wheeled me to the operating room. The surgical team consisted of my doctor, some techs, an anesthesiologist, his assistant, and a labor & delivery nurse. There might have been more people in there but I don't recall them. They were an energetic bunch...singing, dancing, etc. They really made the entire experience something I'll never forget. My doctor proved to be an amazing surgeon and got after the job while singing "This is How We Do It"......I do remember hearing that song being sung....then hearing some jamming music on a stereo after the baby was out. The surgery, in general, went well. I got my spinal and immediately started feeling tingling in my feet. It wasn't long before I couldn't feel my lower half at all. They tested me to see if the spinal actually worked and as soon as it had, they got to work. I remember thinking they were starting before David was there and told them they needed to get him. I can't imagine what was going through his mind when he walked in and saw me laying there, with a sheet up at my chest and all those folks around me. From the time David got there until Drew was with us was ohh.....3 minutes. Literally. I recall some seriously heavy pushing (sitting?) on my chest and upper abdomen and that was how they push the baby out. Doc stuck his head up over the sheet and told David the umbilical cord was wrapped twice around his neck and immediately went behind the sheet and got back to work. There wasn't any crying at first, then after what seemed like eternity, Drew's first cries. They put him on oxygen for just a second because of the cord, but he didn't need much at all. What originally started out as a necessary c-section because of placenta previa turned into some sort of divine intervention.....I'm not sure we would have Drew with us now if I had done a vaginal delivery. Scary stuff to think back on but oh so thankful for the skilled work of our doctor. All the while this was going on south of the sheet, the CRNA (nurse anesthetist) was up at my face keeping me posted and calm....she would gently rub my cheek or bend down and tell me what was going on so that I wouldn't worry. She was awesome. Her name was Cecilia and I'll likely never forget how she made me feel during that time. Once Drew was out, David went and took pictures while Brenda, the L&D nurse took care of him. She is another one we'll never forget. David and Drew went to the nursery on the maternity floor while I was moved to a rolling bed and whisked away to recovery. I stayed there two hours and got some rest while the feeling came back in my lower half. I remember asking the recovery nurse if there was something on my legs.....they'd been on my legs the whole time but I was just able to feel it. They were massaging wraps that prevent blood clots and they were so annoying after spending ALL day friday in them. I also had a catheter inserted in my bladder which was nice when I couldn't get up to go to the bathroom. It was really strange however, never having the sensation of having to pee or actually peeing. Crazy. After a couple hours and feeling back in my legs, they wheeled me up to the maternity floor and my room. I finally got to hold my little boy and it was amazing! He looked so little and so perfect. The nursery took him back periodically to keep a check on him so Friday he was in and out of the room. I had to try and nurse around lunch time and he did pretty good. I guess colostrum is so important for newborns and I'm glad he got what he needed because it didn't feel good. We had a lot of visitors on Friday and when I think back, it was such a blur. I was hooked up to an IV, a catheter, those go-go boot massage things, probably a little morphine and lord knows what else. Every once in a while, the nurses would come in and check my incision and push on my stomach. It was SO uncomfortable but ultimately helpful because they were pushing fluids out and helping my uterus drop back into place. By Friday night, the nurses decided that maybe I didn't need the go-go boots and could try to stand up to use the bathroom. My legs worked fine and eventually they unhooked the IV as well. It made sleeping that night a much better experience, however as pain meds wore off, I started to really feel the trauma that my mid section went through that morning. Sitting up to feed Drew was such a chore and getting out of bed to use the bathroom was a struggle. BUT, by Saturday, I felt much better and was able to take a shower and put on real clothes. We continued to have visitors....our parents, friends and a few kids from the gym. My parents were in and out all weekend because of my Granddaddy's funeral that I was really bummed I had to miss. Saturday went on without too many problems. Same old routine with feeding Drew, the nurses checking on me and people in and out. There was such a comfort knowing that Drew and I both were going to be very well taken care of in the hospital, but I was longing for the time we could go home and start "real life." Sunday came and by lunch time, we were cleared to go. It took a while to get discharged, but once we did, we stopped by Jen & Curry's house to let Liza & Margaret meet Drew for the first time. It was hysterical. Liza was enthralled with him and Margaret yelled, "He's my cousin?" and "Is he cute, Liza?" in her sweet, albeit loud, 2.5 year old voice. They both held him and loved on him and yes, they both used plenty of "magic soap" before doing so. Jen & Curry got their fill of holding a tiny little baby and we decided it was time to go home for real. I was pretty exhausted, in a little pain and we just couldn't avoid the inevitable any longer. David and I were on our own. Thankfully, my parents planned to stay with us until Wednesday which was a God-send. Having 2 extra set of hands when you are unsure of everything related to baby was really nice. It was a roller coaster weekend for us all, but especially for my mom and dad (& me) with the death of Granddaddy and the birth of Drew. I remember checking my watch Sunday afternoon as we drove home and it was 3:00pm on the dot.....the same time Granddaddy's funeral was starting.....it was a tough time to be sitting in my car and not in Clinton but I looked over at Baby Drew and realized that this is where I needed to be. The funeral was recorded and we have a DVD of it so I'll take some time to watch it and I can't wait for Drew to be old enough to hear stories about him. SO anyways.....We were officially home Sunday afternoon. Other than a very sleepless and restless first night, things have been relatively smooth. I was so anxious having a baby in a small crib beside the bed and didn't want to take my eyes off of him for fear that he would stop breathing or miraculously roll over and suffocate.....I also had weird dreams that I was ruining whatever I was doing and would wake up startled and check on him. It has gotten easier since then and last night was the best night thus far......I don't know if it's because I was able to get good sleep in 3+ hour increments AND still hear him cry when he needed me or if its because every time I changed him last night he DIDN'T pee or poop on me, but it was a better night. I feel sleep deprived but do not feel totally like a zombie and for that, i am thankful. Probably the hardest thing to adjust to at this point is his feeding. I am nursing him and although I think it is going well, I don't think it is perfect yet. It is painful and I am sore and I worry that he isn't getting what he needs. But after an email to a good friend (Thanks Em!), I realized that what I'm experiencing is totally normal and even on the good end of the breastfeeding stories. I also called a nurse in the nursery at the hospital this morning and she gave me some good ideas to try and assured me that Drew was not affected by my discomfort/bleeding/whatever. If it became way too painful for me to handle, I could always pump the one side and have him feed off the other. I'd rather him be able to use both, so I'm using that as a last resort. Hopefully they will heal and I can be more diligent in making sure Drew is latching correctly and I'm comfortable throughout nursing instead of just dealing with it and counting down the minutes.
All in all, this has been a wonderful experience and one that will never end for us. David and I constantly look at Drew and say things like, "You're so cool" or "You are just precious." As big of an adjustment as this is going to be as time goes on, I couldn't be happier knowing that we have a healthy, seemingly happy baby on our hands and (cross your fingers, toes, eyes, whatever) a decent sleeper on our hands. I know things change daily but I'm confident that we will know what to do and when to do it and Drew will be a great kid.
Andrew Jennings Fort
7lb 8oz birth weight
2-5-12 - Discharged from hospital
5.1 on the "billi" scale for jaundice (under 10 is good)
2-7-12 - First pediatrician appointment
7lb 13oz (fatty!! Guess nursing is working!)
20 inches long
Final Four Weeks
|This makes me giggle....David, at 38 weeks.|
|38 weeks from the front|
|38 weeks + Jackson|
|Little Fort in there!|
|Standing in the doorway....crib from Kangaroo Pouch, Light fixture basket from Tuesday Morning and pendant kit from Lowe's. Sailboat on the wall above the crib was a gift from David to me when we were dating and I was living in the condo.|
|The crib and an old chair from David's Grandma's house|
|Closer look at pillows....The bear is from Burns Heuber and I just love it.|
36 weeks....T-minus 2 weeksI am 36 weeks along today and feeling incredibly pregnant. Slightly uncomfortable, sleeping is hit or miss and things as simple as breathing seem to be harder. I have had a few days off of work since my girls went to Maryland for a meet and I was forbidden to go. I was given the distance between Little River & (maybe) Pawleys Island that I was allowed to be. Sheesh! Doc is still holding out on giving me a date, however this Wednesday we might try to set one. Since I haven't had any "problems" other than the location of my placenta, he hesitated to set a C-section date. He doesn't want to jinx my good luck thus far. Of course if something DOES happen (ie- bleeding, I go into labor, etc), then I go straight to the hospital and they will take the baby out. SO, hopefully I've got two more weeks (trying to get to 38 weeks) but if it comes earlier, then so be it. We are ready. Car seat base is in but needs to be checked.....I have a bag packed (sort of) for the hospital and of course, I am sure I over packed. Nursery is ready, as is the little pack-n-play that we plan to use for a few weeks in our room. Clothes....check. Lots of them. But I love clothes, so I don't mind having an abundance of lil boy clothes. So....come anytime little Fort!
|35 week picture....not dressed yet today......still look this pregnant if not more!|
Little Fort....You are like a hamster
As for your room, it is coming along nicely. We are starting to put things on the walls and some bedding I had made will be done this weekend. I also have David painting a book shelf that will be finished soon and once that is in there, I think the organization junkie in me will come out one last time before you are here. So things are good in there. I do need to get an idea of how to put a car seat base in our cars over the next three weeks.
Here is a picture of me at 34.5 weeks.....this was taken today after getting home from the doctor and a few errands and I promptly changed into sweatpants for my "couch time"......
Your 2nd International Trip (in my belly):
We had an awesome baby shower for the babe at the beach house. I got great things that I've yet to go through. With the speed of this pregnancy, I should probably go through them and get things a little more organized. Thanks to Klug and Beth for hosting it and for all the ladies that came, for coming.
I'll leave this post with a few pictures of my prego self.....and one grainy picture of the last ultrasound. I opted not to post every u/s picture because they really are alien-ish. But this one shows his pudgy little nose and I just can't help but share. Plus, taking the actual picture everywhere is starting to wear out the little picture!
The second trimester was way more enjoyable as I started to feel more human. I didn't always need a nap, although I still took them if I wanted to. You see, when you are pregnant, you can just SAY that and it's a good reason to do whatever you want. I've realized that I don't need to feel guilty for napping, eating something really random or not wanting to do something (ie- take out the stinky trash to the much stinkier outside trashcan). My appetite came back and I was able to eat meals like a normal person. I still do not eat a lot at one time. I'm not trying to "watch my weight" but tend to be busy and find that a full belly combined with the pregnancy makes me super tired. So I eat until I'm satisfied, then I'll snack to fill any random hunger pains. My most common snacks this trimester are: applesauce, cheese, animal crackers, apples, bananas, cottage cheese, yogurt, or cereal. I've been drinking a small cup of half-cafe coffee in the morning and might have a soda mid day to give me a perk. For all the prego police out there....my doctor said it was fine and actually asked why I wasn't drinking the diet soda's to limit my sugar intake. So I do it to avoid the HORRIBLE caffeine headache that I'll get. I do make sure I drink at least 32-48 oz of water everyday as well. I can definitely tell when I've shorted myself on the water. My legs will cramp at night and that is worse than getting up to have to pee. Some of my favorite dinners thus far are anything with grits, mexican food, salads, take out from my regular places (Outback, Carrabbas, etc).....whatever we have to throw together at the house. When all else fails, I'll eat cereal for dinner. I do see a weakness when it comes to candy these days.....my dentist may not be happy about it when I visit him in December but starburst and sweet tarts rank up there on my list. After all that food talk, you would think that I put on 15 lbs this trimester. At my 19 week appt (9/27....where we found out you were a boy), I had put back on the 4 lbs that I lost. One month later on 10/28 at my 23 week appt, I had put on another 4 lbs. Doc says I'm right on track with my weight gain. Hopefully he wasn't just saying that to make me feel good about my growing self.
The first trimester was a learning experience. At that time, I vowed to never have children again. I was EXHAUSTED, nauseous and had no appetite. I couldn't even eat Mexican which I can feasibly eat everyday normally. I threw up....I took naps....I probably acted like a meanie to the kids at the gym....but wow, what a time. My dad kept telling me that my chemistry has changed to every ache, gag or groan I threw out. Over the course of the first trimester, I lost 4 lbs. Baby Fort, however, was doing just fine. As for pictures during this trimester.....my belly never changed so here are a few from that time.
|Bec & David at Bekah & Shane's reception|
|Bec & Papa Shelton at Aunt Ann's house visiting Tom Barefoot & family|
|David, Granddaddy & Bec....sometime in August at a dinner for Brittany & Reed.|
Well, I (Becca) knew a couple weeks before saying anything. By "knew" I mean that I thought something strange was happening inside of me and I wanted to be sure of something before I talked about it. I didn't want to disappoint or get anyone's hopes up. We went to Suzanne & Mike Griffin's wedding in Wilmington and because I was "late" and suspicious, I held a beer all night and never really drank it. Maybe a sip or two here but nothing major. I made sure to busy myself taking pictures so no one would try and get me to drink more. Billy Gibson was the only one who told me to have a good time and not worry about driving (that was my excuse to those who asked). The Monday after that wedding (June 20), I bought a pregnancy test (or 4) and sure enough, it was positive. I caught David off guard as he was getting out of the shower and showed him the proof. After a little shock wore off, we were both very excited and wanted to cautiously tell our family since it was very early.
|Bec and David at Suzanne and Mike's wedding|