Thursday, August 23, 2012

Does this ever happen at your house?


Does this ever happen at your house?
You run out of toilet paper, so you hurry and grab some and for some reason it never makes it onto the toilet paper holder...
And then before you know it, the roll is almost gone and you haven't even put it in the holder yet...


Maybe it's just me...

Survival Tips for Men: How to Ask A Question to a Woman


Feel free to substitute Diet Coke, Chocolate, etc...in for wine...

A mother's perspective

I try not to be this way and most of the time I'm pretty good about not freaking out when James is standing on top of something.... but there are those times...

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Oh the Joys...

Baby number 3 and I still find this hilarious....and SOOOOO true!


How to Prepare for Nursing

Forget that old advice about "gently rubbing your nipples with a towel."

If you REALLY want to feel ready to breastfeed, here's what to do:

Day 1: Gently rub your nipples with sandpaper.

Day 2: At bedtime, set your alarm clock to go off every two hours.  Each time it rings, spend 20 minutes sitting in a rocking chair with your nipples clamped in a pair of chip clips.

Day 3: Draw branching lines all over your chest with a blue-green marker, then stand in front of your bathroom mirror and sing "I Feel Pretty."

Day 4: Open your already-crowded freezer and make room for five dozen plastic milk bags.

Day 5: Fit the hose of a vacuum cleaner over one breast and set on "medium pile." Turn off vacuum when nipple is three inches long. Switch breasts.

Day 6: Obtain "DO NOT CROSS" tape from your local police station, then wrap firmly around your chest. When your spouse asks about it, say, "Get used to it."

Day 7: Tape a water balloon to each breast and squeeze into a maternity bra. Repeatedly hook and unhook the nursing flaps with one hand while using the other to balance a sack of squirming puppies on your lap.

Day 8: Dine in the fanciest, snootiest restaurant you can afford, making sure to arrive with a big wet spot directly over each nipple.

Day 9: Record your mother proclaiming, "Just give the baby some cereal like God intended, and she'll sleep right through the night." Play in an endless loop at 1 am, 3 am, and 5 am.

Day 10: Slather your breasts with peanut butter, top with birdseed, and stand very still in your backyard.

Day 11: Go somplace public - a museum, a courthouse, the steps of your office building - and stuff a lifelike baby doll under your shirt. Use the doll's arm to suddenly hike the shirt up past your collar bone. Lower shirt. Feign nonchalant smile.

Day 12: Suckle a wolverine.

Congratulations! You are now ready to nurse a baby. Maybe.

By Melissa Balmain. Found in the October 2005 issue of Babytalk

Sunday, August 5, 2012

The "new' normal...


We've been home for a week now and have been trying to adjust to the "new" normal...
having a third little dude in the house that needs just a little bit more attention than the other two...


Ready to go home...



Chilling after a good feeding


Hanging out with Cousin Luke and my beautiful sisters, Camille (in the blue) and Meredith (Luke's mom)...pretty soon those 4 months difference in age won't make a difference 


Molly loves her little brother and gives him lots of love and like to help take care of him



Even Sir Thomas does his job of looking after the baby...

Baby Max

Wow, where to begin...

Ok, so it wasn't HOURS of excruciating pain, (see Pregnancy Post), it was only about 45 minutes.

I'd ben having contractions on and off for several days and on Thursday July 26th, I had my 38 week appointment.  My doctor sent me over to the hospital to have some lab work done and to be monitored (I had high blood pressure again after several weeks of normal blood pressure) and at 9:00 pm he told the nurse to tell us to go home because everything was normal and I was only dilated to a 3 maybe 4.  Luckily Steve, and the nurse, convinced me to hang out for a while to "see what would happen" because the contractions were getting stronger.  At 9:30 the nurse checked me and I was dilated to a 5 1/2 and I was having a hard time talking through the contractions...good thing too because no sooner than that my water broke and then it all went on fast forward...or so it seemed.

Luckily the dr was on call, so he was close and able to make it in time (unlike Molly's speedy delivery).  First thing he said when he walked in the room was, "You weren't kidding, you do go fast!"  I asked for an epidural...both the dr and Steve said that I might as well push because it would take longer to get one than it would for the baby to come out...needless to say, Max was born at 10:18 pm after an intense 45 minutes of craziness...

   






Max was having problems keeping his glucose levels up, so he had to go to the NICU.   It was hard to see him hooked up to all the monitors and IV's. 
 It made both Steve and I cry. 







Welcome Max Oliver Duncan!

Thursday July 26th, 10:18 pm
5 lbs. 15 ounces, 19.75 inches 

We are so excited that you are here!