June 8, 2015
Dear sweet Claire,
I truly cannot believe how much you've grown. I've taken photos of you every month, every week, and possibly every day, yet I'm just now posting them here. I've scrambled to write down notes about you as you've grown and have sticky notes, parts of notebooks, and the notepad on my phone filled with things that I long to remember. I have cherished every stage so far. Even through some of the tougher weeks, you've brightened each day with your joyful smile. You are a very happy baby.
I know I am biased, but I think you are just beautiful. You look at me with such pensive eyes - like you know me so well. We spend so much time together, so maybe you do. You must have known I would go back to work after only a few short months, so you decided to refuse the bottle. You probably sensed that we would be moving you out of our room, and so you decided to stop sleeping long stretches at night. At the same time, you must know which days I'm feeling the most vulnerable, because you stare at me while nursing and reach your hand up to grab mine. When you rest your head on my shoulder as I'm singing you your goodnight song, I forget about the trials from that day. There are so many ways that you make me feel needed and loved (isn't this what I'm supposed to do for you?). I already feel like we are great friends. :)
I can't believe you are over 9 months old. Most people say that you look a lot like your brother, and most of the time that's true. You also look similar to me as a baby, and it's fun to compare our photos side by side. I wonder if you will be tall, like your dad, since you've grown long like a string bean, ever since you were born. At 2 weeks, you weighed over 10 pounds, but ever since then, you've gained weight gradually, and are pretty lean. You are healthy and strong and crawling all over the place these days. Just today you even stood up on your own, and then plopped back down. Maybe you'll walk soon - you are always trying to keep up with your brother.
Speaking of Miles, you love to crawl right up to him and play with his toys. Even more, you love crawling up his back, grabbing his hair, and burying your face into his. He must secretly love this, since he never pushes you away.
If there is one word that I would use to describe you, it is "playful." Wrestling, tickling, and chase are all games you enjoy, and you smile so big when I whisk you up to "dance." It is a joy to spend time with you, and you remind us to take life a little less seriously sometimes.
Right now, you are sleeping soundly in the bedroom that you share with Miles. But for some reason, you have been waking up pretty early these days. You've kept me guessing about the reason - teething, napping too long, light in your room, too hot, a combination of these - but, like all babies, you will get through this phase eventually. With all of the new food you're trying, you sometimes get frustrated with us when we don't give you more of what you want (you could eat blueberries for days), and rarely let me feed you from a spoon (you want to do it yourself). I've had to watch you carefully lately because you want to crawl up the stairs and up onto boxes and stools. You've had a few little falls. But all in all, you are as cheerful as they come.
Here are your monthly photos 1-9 and a few things I want to remember about each time. I have moments of sadness as I look back on these pictures, but then I remember how much fun it is to be with you, and I can't help but get excited for the future. Thank you for being such a sweet member of our family. We love you so much!
- sleeping - sometimes 5-6 hour stretches at night
- watching Miles
- eating - every 2-3 hours
- walks in the Ergo with the infant insert - we went everywhere with this, and it was essential for keeping up with Miles
- getting in the car seat
- evenings - some nights, crying from 7 pm until bedtime at 10
- sleeping - one long nap each day and some shorter cat naps (tried a loose schedule, but many naps were too short to be consistent)
- reclining on my legs and having "chats"
- sleeping in the Pack N Play - sometimes only one wake up each night!
- earlier bedtimes
- waking up from naps
- sitting in bouncy chair with a toy
- bath time!
- long naps
- the Ergo
- bottles - I could write an entire post on the battle of the bottle...
- rolling over
- peek-a-boo and pat-a-cake
- being held in the air
- watching Miles
- mouth noises, like popping sounds
- loud noises like the blender or vacuum
- short 45 minutes naps (the 45 minute intruder visited us regularly!)
- under arm tickles
- grabbing faces and things at the table - starting to be interested in eating our food!
- rolling onto your tummy and sucking your thumb to sleep
- crying when going to sleep - we let you learn to soothe yourself to sleep. Once we gradually weaned you off of the swaddle, you were content to roll over and suck your thumb, sometimes tucking your legs under you with your bottom up. It was like you finally found your comfy spot.
- feeding yourself - you were an enthusiastic eater, especially at the beginning!
- watching other babies or toddlers
- sharing your room with your brother (I think you like it?)
- waking up really early, now that you're sleeping in your crib
- flying up high
- being outside
- being held by daddy
- watching mom dance
- every food you've tried
- scooting on the ground
- real crawling (around 7.5 months)
- Ergo, facing in
- purees - only finger foods since the beginning
- teething - first 2 popped in on March 21
- pulling up to stand
- patting your hands on your thighs
- climbing over things
- food: apple, peppers, pasta, pancakes, blueberries are your favorites
- diaper changes
- being tired
- loud noises
- practicing standing
- blowing bubbles
- crawling up to new people
- saying "mama"
- the shower (you threw up for the first time in your bed and had to take a shower) :(
- getting in your carseat
- teething - the top 2 are coming in!
I hope you enjoy looking back on these someday.
April 11, 2015
February 19, 2015
Claire Marie Trudelle
August 19, 2014
She was due on August 17th, but I was convinced that this baby girl would be early. She felt lower than I remember Miles feeling and seemed so heavy. My sister (who was due in December) came into town, and planned to leave the day after my due date. To be honest, I wasn't worried that she wouldn't meet the baby. This baby was going to come early!
My first piece of advice to pregnant women is to never count on having your baby early. Sure, babies do come early, but if you expect this, then by the time your due date arrives, you will feel overdue. And you aren't. You are due around that time. In fact, I read somewhere, that in some countries, women have a "due month," not a date. If you really think about it, why does it make sense to pin all of our expectations on a particular day?
Even so, when Robin left, I gave her a hug goodbye and almost burst into tears. Steve's family was also in town, and his parents would be leaving a few days later. As my due date came and went, I had to keep reminding myself that just because our family members were leaving, this didn't mean that the baby would not be coming! It sounds silly, but when I remembered this, I felt better. I had more time to organize, rest, and prepare for what I hoped would be a much "easier" labor and birth.
On August 18th, we decided to show Steve's parents around Edmonds, a town outside of Seattle. My mom met us for dinner, and we ate a restaurant with a special name. Of course we joked that I would probably go into labor after eating at Claire's Restaurant. It turns out, we weren't that wrong.
I woke up at around 6:30 on Tuesday morning, August 19th. Something felt different--my pants were wet! My water probably broke sometime early that morning, but I wasn't feeling any contractions. I called the doctor's office and the on-call doctor told me that we should come in within a few hours. Steve's parents, who were staying at a house nearby, came to watch Miles, I called my mom to let her know what was happening, and we packed our things and told Miles we were going to see the doctor. I still wonder if he knew what we really meant when he saw us leave early that morning.
It felt so strange to be driving to the hospital without any pain at all, knowing that the baby would be coming that day. In fact, Steve asked if we should stop for coffee. Sure, why not?
We checked in at the hospital and the nurse confirmed that my water had indeed broken. But since I wasn't feeling any major contractions, I probably wasn't dilated. She said that we could go for a walk around the hospital grounds (it was a beautiful day), and that we would meet with the doctor in a few hours to discuss a plan. We walked around, stopped at the hospital's Starbucks, and did a bunch of stairs in the parking garage. I was still in awe that nothing was really starting to happen. We also gave my mom a call to check in (she would be taking over for Steve's parents who needed to leave for the airport). When she answered, I knew something was wrong. Her voice was soft and slow, and she sounded like she was in pain. "Well, I kind of got side-tracked," she said, and proceeded to explain that she was also in the hospital for abdominal pains that had started that morning. My poor poor mom was experiencing an intense bout of diverticulitis and needed to stay in the hospital. She said she'd keep us posted. Steve's mom decided to delay her flight home for a few days to care for Miles and meet her newest granddaughter. We are still so grateful for that!
Around noon we met with the doctor who was scheduled to work that day. I was a little disappointed that my own doctor wouldn't be the one there. But this doctor was very kind, and said that she would recommend getting Pitocin going soon to move things along. While I never questioned having Pitocin during Miles's birth, I started to wonder if this was really necessary this time. Wouldn't things just start on their own? At the same time, I trusted the doctor, and knew that I was far from having this baby with no contractions. Bring on the IV!
Meanwhile, Steve was perfecting his skills at ordering meals from the hospital cafeteria. His first piece of advice to fathers-to-be is always about the "secrets" of ordering a free meal. Call the number on the menu and say the following: "Yes, my wife would like the spaghetti and meatballs, a side salad, and the lasagna with soup. She'd also like some chocolate cake and a side of fries."
In all seriousness, when Steve wasn't eating (and even while he was!), he was my biggest supporter and encourager. And, he was about to become even more involved than we both had planned. :)
By the time they came to put in my IV, my mom had called to say that she had convinced the doctor to discharge her from the hospital. She was armed with medications, tired and still in pain, but determined to be there. I knew that I couldn't change her mind. After 3 attempts to put in my IV, I was finally hooked up to the Pitocin around 4 pm. It was go time!
It didn't take more than an hour or so before the contractions started coming. I can almost remember the first time I had to really breathe through a contraction. I was happily chatting with whoever was in the room when suddenly it hit. To me, contractions feel like a blood pressure cuff tightening around your entire middle, but with take-your-breath-away pain. I told Steve that he should call our friend, Paige, who was going to come to be my photographer and all-around cheerleader.
By this time, the day doctor's shift was close to ending, and my doctor's day at the clinic was also over, so she came over to the hospital to help with my labor and delivery. When Paige also showed up, I can't tell you how happy I was. I had my dream team there (except for my sister!) and knew that with these people by my side, I could do anything.
I was amazed at how easy it was to move into the breathing exercises I had been practicing. I also found that closing my eyes helped, as I was able to visualize my baby and my body doing the work it was meant to do. I sat on a yoga ball, had Steve massage my back, and then decided to get into the tub to relax.
Lying in the tub felt great until I suddenly started to feel very shaky. I wasn't sure if it was the water or whether my body was beginning to go into transition, but I felt that I needed to get out. Once in bed, I had to really focus on not shaking uncontrollably. The doctor checked me and I was only at 5 cm. My heart sunk. With Miles I had been stuck at 7 cm with many hours of labor still to go. She said she'd come back and check on me in an hour or so.
Around 6:30, I was finally more relaxed, but experiencing very intense contractions very close together. I remember being so focused on each breath and telling myself over and over to relax my muscles. I had entered the part of labor where I tuned out almost everything around me. It was time to focus and get this baby out!
When my doctor returned, sure enough, I had moved from 5 cm to 10 cm, and was ready to push. I wanted to sit, but each contraction took so much out of me, that I also wanted to lie down in between. I don't know whose idea it was, but Steve turned into my back pillow. He sat behind me, with some pillows between us so that I could fall back and rest in between pushes. He says now that it was a very strange perspective to have at that time. He felt as if he were the one pushing too, and got to see what I saw--the doctor and nurses moving about, ready to catch a baby.
After about an hour of pushing, Claire entered the world. She was a little blue and didn't cry, so the nurses jostled her around, and quickly suctioned her nose again and again. I was scared, but noticed that my doctor was calm. I knew everything would be ok. They put her on my chest and she was so warm and perfect. And then she cried. A perfect, loud cry. It's was a feeling unlike anything else.
Immediately, I felt so much love for this little baby, and so much relief to have her in my arms. I felt proud, tired, and invigorated, all at the same time. With Miles's birth, I had been too exhausted to really soak in the joy of those first moments. But here, I felt every bit of it.
Baby Claire had a tuft of light brown hair and was chubbier than I had imagined she would be. We made predictions about her weight and were shocked when the scale read 8 pounds 15 ounces.
That evening, we ordered pizza and replayed the day's events, marveling at how different one birth story can be from the next.
The next morning, Steve's mom brought Miles in to meet his baby sister. As we expected, he was cautious and quickly distracted by the novelty of the hospital. To this day, he isn't the most adoring brother, but I am sure this will change. He'll be her biggest fan someday.
We left the hospital the next day, already tired, but so incredibly grateful. I thank God every day for this little family and am richly blessed by these gifts: my husband and two children.
I can't thank my friend Paige enough for the time she spent with us at the hospital. Many of these photos are hers, and she even videotaped while she was there. For those who would like to see, here's Claire's birth story on video: